Praise Zing a Fully Functioning Sphincter Muscle

**** lies zing constipation nothing to poo poo about, cuz when bedeviled by colorectal obstruction without wasted doubt, that malodorous, malevolent malady analogous to uranus clogged with grout, whereat no heroic efforts break loose, the severely obstructed bowel, thus spurring determined, desperate derriere plea for proctologist sought to relieve constipation equipped with a special "J" shaped, hooked, and designed dowel in an effort to pry stoppage jamming up human cloaca, where rock solid stubborn immovable turd emits foul gaseous emanations accompanied with ass a nine growl followed by red hot, fiery excruciating spasms shooting jagged pain inducing yours truly to access, the werewolf within howl, where a preference for sciatica, would be pleasant reprieve along heinie kin cheeky jowl, thence finding me resorting to peeve hush scream therapy, which wrought nothing, no pain did re: leave me bummed out bum, but veins snapping, popping, and crackling, oye how aye did grieve plus a bajillion gallons of perspiration, while lower gastrointestinal agonizing torture didst cleave entire abdominal area please believe without aforementioned crisis, and feeble poem, I could not achieve.