Sitting on the academic podium at SuNy Albany relaxing or chillin when you are supposed to be in class, or whenever. Wasting time on the podium, loitering.
The internal gasy, gastrointestinal buildup, throughout the day on Sunday, of a wet, steamy shit inevitably to be dumped at the office on Monday morning. Sunday Crock Potting typically gestates a massive excrement as a result of a weekend of partying and poor dietary choices.
What the hell happened in that bathroom? Looks like there was swamp buggy race in the toilet and the smell is enough to make me retch.
George had a long weekend. He warned me he had been Sunday Crock Potting and I might not want to go in there.