"Fred is a writer, house husband, and dog dad. When not managing treat distribution and meeting tummy scratch quotas, he enjoys playing video games, reading, and furthering the Trans Agenda."


One of the ways a stoma is such a fucking scam is when you're tired and cold and depressed and say "making dinner tonight is too much so I'm not going to," the next day you then have to deal with excruciating stabbing pain, as gas, literal nothing-to-eat air, passes through your intestine. Hate it here.


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