Proud of my poo

I realize that poo is by nature a disgusting byproduct of ourselves. I know it smells, it looks nasty and I would never be tempted to eat it. However, occasionally I marvel at the sheer size of some of my poos. Every now and again, I give birth to a turd that is mystical is nature. Yes, I look at my own poo. I think everyone does. They should if they don't already because you need to make sure you have a healthy poo. After all, healthy poo means a healthy you.
Back to the grand poo. Occasionally, I am at a lost for words at the size. I want to take pictures. I want to show someone so they too can stand in awe. It's like a hole-in-one in golf. If no one is there to witness such a thing, does it exist? I know this sound disgusting but I will bet money that at one point in time or another, every single person has had the same reaction to a foot long poo floating in the bowl; a bit of it sticking out like an iceberg lurking through the cold waters in the North Atlantic. It's satisfing is what it is. Physically and emotionally. You want to cry out, "Look what I have created!" If it weren't for the fact that it was poo, I would grab it and lift it above my head and call it "Kunta Kinte!"