Few pleasures can be compared to the unparalleled joys of vacating your bowls without the added need to clean the derriere after excretion. I believe it was Shakespeare himself who once wrote of this passing ecstasy when he penned the famous words, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more fair and temperate."
Indeed, it just feels wonderful, after laboring over a toilet bowl, to easily and comfortably release a load into the ceramic bowl beneath. The overwhelming feeling of release combined with the mixing of colors - almost zen like or Taoist in appearance, as two opposing concepts commingle to complete each other - offers a feeling maybe only on par with that of blowing a massive load after having been backed up for days and days due to the inhibitory manner of being forced to share a domicile with a chronically unadventurous room mate.
In any regarding of this topic, a large defecation can only be made more pleasant by the possibly, and thereby divinely supreme, cleanly nature of it. To grab the quilted sheets of white wipes posthaste and to wipe only once, realizing that said action was not actually of any sort of necessity whatsoever, as said bottom already had the cleanliness of an untouched virgin, is quite enough to make the eyes of even the most astute epicurean in the world roll backwards from the sheer sensuality of it.
And for these reasons alone, a wipe free poop is unequaled in the eyes of man.
