Thursday, 31 October 2019 | 07:06 AM
After several attempts – many minutes already sat on the white thingy – accompanied just by the sound of useless farts there it comes: the characteristic pile of morning shit.
It seems to be floating, but it is a lie! The bastard is just sticking to the china white wall brushing against the water surface, just like a crocodile waiting for its quarry.
The funny thing is: it fell. My insults might have made him feel ashamed…
the Shy Tird 