2 breakfasts mean double shit.

Massive.

Yet, another one.

It’s one of the most common things I write – but there’s an obvious and annoying reason for that!

So eating more, means shitting more? 🤔

The more I stay sat-down arse-spread, The more I keep pooping.

That’s a fact.

Just a brisk (s)hit and run, right before a Skype call

💻🏃🏽‍♀️💩

Dry turds make the world cry.

At least my eyes ☢️

While muscle pains envelop my body, I spent the whole evening suffering the aftermath of a sushi indigestion (sort of, I just had too much of it).

I got to say I was really looking forward to this moment of peace.

Arse-spread-peace.

Can’t help thinking that the post-morning-workout-shit is the most relieving one.

Let’s have a second breakfast then!

I sit back, a new sprout comes.