Do you go into a zen-like meditation when brown your bowl? Do you shut the door and turn off the lights? Do you hold deep conversations with your maker and travel to distant destinations in your minds eye? Or do you just sit and sh1t, making the occasional grunt or moan?
I generally read the stupid tabloids my roomie buys. They’re only for toilet reading. I mean who cares if Lindsay Lohan got gang-banged. When it’s a bad poo though, i start sweating and try to meditate.