Kimmy: Want to go to the gym later?
Caity: What time?
Kimmy: After my cooking class.
Caity: Sorry, I can't. I have some constipants that I need to take care of.
When you hold your poop in so long that you die, upon death your colon explodes much like an explosion of watermelon with a quarter stick of dynamite.
I would ask how she died inspector, but I can see by the color of the walls that it was Constipanious Combustion again. That's the third one this week.
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.