Bruce Forsyth - My Fake Diary

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

I had been constipated for almost a week.

The discomfort was unbearable and no medication gave any form of relief.

But then - I woke up this morning, and sat on the loo as usual.

To my delight, out fell a 10 inch log as fat as my arm.

"Nice to see poo, to see poo, nice", I thought