All right. Here I am again. Sitting on my toilet in the middle of the night. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a honour.
Long story short, I celebrated my girlfriend’s birthday in a park with a couple of her friends. We finished our beers, so I rapidly went buying some new fresh ones. I had to go to three different markets to fill my backpack.
I rode back to our spot in the park, we finished all our beers. I wasn’t drunk. I can’t be drunk drinking beer. I shouldn’t. My bowels cannot handle it. I shouldn’t had. I did.
When I went to sleep I felt like my stomach could Potentially hurt. This means it was pretty much freezed in a full-capacity condition. Full-of-beer.
the Shy Tird 