It still smelled like ground beef

Tonight I got home from work, and smoked a joint.

Then I treated myself to some Taco Bell. Between the joint, and not having eaten all day, I definitely over-ordered. Several tacos, a chalupa, and a Gordita. All, with ground beef.

But I cleared it.

And it quickly had its revenge.

An hour later I was blasting a poop geyser into my porcelain throne. Gravely, unprocessed mud. In pain, groaning, rocking back and forth on the seat.

Finally, relief.

A deep breath…was all it took to realize, the mud still smelled like ground beef.