Older gents can possibly relate; you know how sometimes you drop the fly, whip out the utensil, and... the 'going' doesn't start 'going' until you open up the faucet and let the sound of the water in the sink 'prompt' the ol' unit?
Similarly, as soon as I opened this thread, I felt a certain cramping in my lower abdomen, which eased into the sensation of having a monster of a shit to deposit at the First Bank Of Porcelain.
That's right: CeeJayBlackfootSteveSamuraiJack's posts are some form of laxative.