I do not want to go to bed tonight. Blam-mmmmmmm, I take that back, that Bla-mmmmmmmm was the sound of me hitting the wall, to use a marathon runners term.
Speaking about hitting the wall. I knew a woman whose husband skied into a wall and broke both his arms, and she had to wipe his ass whenever he took a dump, talk about true love. I don't like the word dump, at least not when to referring to taking a shit, but I don't no any other way to put it.