It was the day I dreaded.
Anually clean wheely day.
I hated it. Once a year psshttt before sue came along I used to clean my wheelypoo whenever it got so thick I couldnt even sit it the pretty thang anymore.
Now sue clearwater has come along she makes me clean the old girl.
I dont like it i must admit. I have come quite attached to some of these crusty old turds in the past year.
Ive even named some;theres crustypoo, gigantapoo, sloppyturdicus, fellinipoo.
Ive come quite imaginative with the names.
Sometimes i even talk to them and when no one is watching i like to pretend they are action figure turds out to fight all evil.
So yes the day when i have to hose wheely down and turn all my turdy friends into a river of sloppy shit is quite an emotional one.

'Here you go billy, heres the hose, come on now you need to clean her off. Especially since those last few you did were diahroeas.''

''Ohh uhmm okayy yes well better get to it. They are quite crusty, it might take them a while to loosen their hold on wheelykins.''

As i moved into the plastic chair that was ready for me, and started to hose of my year old shit i felt myself tear up a bit. Maybe next year i will pretend to hose her off but i will scrape my poop off with a spatula a put it in a container for a rainy .

2 hours later;;

''okay there we go billy, all done. now doesnt that feel nice to have an uncrusty wheely?''

''ohh yea i spose so leave me so i can get started on some newe crustykins.''

finally the women left me alone.

''you know what wheely it actually does feel kind of nice to feel every inch of you on my fat indian ass without the hard crap in the way''

wheely didnt reply but i know that she wouldve said she loved my ass on her. oh god how i love my wheelykins.

i can honestly say that wheely is my best friend.