There was a burnt spoon in the stall with a little heroin in it.

Thirty days, lord and thirty nights
I'm comin' home on an airplane flight
Mama waitin' at the ticket line
Tell me son why do you stand there cryin'

It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away

Ive been feelin' so sick and tired
Got to get better, lord before I die
Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said
You better quit, son before your dead

Quit the needle. quit the spoon
Quit the trip to the moon
We gonna take you away. lord, we gonna take you away

It was the needle and the spoon

Ive seen a lot of people who thought they were cool
But then again, lord Ive seen a lot of fools
Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say
You'll have your chance to hit it some day

Don't mess with the needle or a spoon
Or any trip to the moon
It'll take you away

Lord, their gonna bury you boy
Don't mess with the needle
Now I know, I know, I know...

before and/or after?

Before and after. i didn't touch it.

you should touch it.

I'm too high to post coherently.

forget the heroin! tell us more about you taking a shit!

was it brown mikey?
was it clean?

It was a good solid shit that left me satisfied afterwards.

at least there wasn't poop in the spoon

that would've disturbed me

Call me Michael Jordan, cause I've got the dribblin' shits.

Congrats on the solid bowel movement, lefty.