Oliver Bateman Does the WorkVerified account

I'd say one of my favorite childhood memories consisted of my 350-pound father sprinting to the restroom shouting "it's running down my leg" after eating a box of Eggo waffles dipped in sour cream, but that happened a few times a week and got old fast

And he wasn't lying: sometimes a "redbrown" (!!!) liquid made up of hemorrhoid blood and diarrhea would indeed be running down his leg. He'd also just drop a deuce in his brother's car. That was something he did. That was the tea, the work. I was here for it