A sweat-inducing fecal discharge you enter in to the Poop of the Year competition, usually characterized by teeth-grinding, hole burning and otherwise uncomfortable toilet sitting.
Afterward; a sense of transcendence and accomplishment followed by peace and happiness/better fitting pants.
You: Yeah, I just dropped off a candidate at the ballot box
Bob: Candidate? For what?
You: Poop of the Year
Damn son, that chick I been dating really is a candidate, omg.