It's the little things that make you smile after you have had your guts removed. Like the first time that you pass gas there a sound involved.
I marked this one on my calendar. August 15 of 2007, during a camping trip. I screeched because it scared me. Thought I would crap my drawers.

My friends were less impressed however.


Or when you sleep through your fist night in years without leaping from the covers and racing though the dark of night only to get to a bathroom that has no paper in it.

I've since solved this one. I stock it with wet wipes just incase theres nothing else.

Oh by the way, ever have to stop in the middle of a 16 km hike on an island in the middle of a glacier lake to take a dump with no colon?

Not fun. But the hike was spectacular.

After all laughter is the best medicine.
Live life to the fullest, pouchies...it doe's get better in time.

Since my surgery in 2001 I've since given up the brand name label jeans and T's "Bum Equipment"