The luxurious enterprise of evacuating one's bowels, whilst sitting one-hundred eighty degrees counter-clockwise from the traditional position normally observed in modern lavatories. Such a venture requires the individual to remove at least one item of footwear, as well as de-pants and bare half if not all of the legs.
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