In times past, knowledge of the bowel was more widespread and people were taught how to care for the bowel. Somehow bowel wisdom got lost and it became something that no one wanted to talk about anymore.
When people start talking about their bowel movements, they are inexorable as the processes of which they speak.
Caleb could be so testy for no known reason. At times, it was like dating a woman with irritable bowel syndrome. Or rabies.
I lost my mum to breast cancer and my dad has beaten bowel cancer.
I who was a house full of bowel movement,
I who was a defaced altar,
I who wanted to crawl toward God
could not move nor eat bread.
They all have in common that they are bacteria caused by bowel and feces.
I respect so much the work that so many women do, but that's just not what I do. I have a job where I advertise yogurt that makes you poop, and people love it and tell me about their bowel movements, every day.
To be honest, bread constipates me, and I like to have my daily bowel movement.
I feel like there's no subject that can't be sung about. I wrote a song dedicated to people with inflammatory bowel disease, and then I wrote about shoes. And mangoes. Every rock should be turned.
I have had a partial kneecap replacement, an irritable bowel and three stents in my heart.
The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.
Why be uptight about bowel movements and sex? We all have sex. We all have penises -- except for those of us who have vaginas.
In fact, many children come to autism clinics early on with GI/bowel disturbances.
Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.
If we lived correctly, there would be no need to concern ourselves with the bowel. However, most of us are not living right.
I think that the government has an obligation to monitor communications that could reveal a plot to murder millions of Americans. Monitoring bowel movements? I'll leave that to some of the gay bloggers, that's much more their style.