As I understand it, the stomach is a very versatile thing. It is capable of a variety of bowel movements to dry your analogical capacity. Its lifelong scheme seems to be to have you perpetually amused, present along with the very becoming cleft on your forehead.

I came home with a rather soaring mood today, only to have it flattened like a fleeing cockroach. What's funny is everyone seems to ponder on my future more than I do. I hold the bucket, the water comes pouring in. I love to make people laugh.
I like writing a thing like this. About upturned stomachs and leavened cockroach. Or expand, and act it out.

Because finding a likeness for a spiteful stomach can take you hours...and you'll get used to - and love - the almost-drenched feeling. And...um...yikes!...uh...got to go...