Warning, some may find this description disgusting. If you think you might, please skip it. Turd, er, word to the wise.
“He was an enormous guy and, unsurprisingly, he was capable of taking gigantic shits. Some of these turds would be like the circumference of your forearm and I know this because there was one of them in the guest bathroom toilet bowl the entire time I was at his house in Santa Fe. The fucking thing had some mighty integrity, every time I flushed the toilet virtually the entire monster would remain unflushed because the pipe was much narrower than the giant, unholy turd trying to pass through it. He was, I have to say, arguably, not a great host, leaving his guest to wrestle perpetually with his unflushable product. Plus, he had his own fucking bathroom. Shit host!”