Oh fuck it! I should have said NO to that bloody beer! It was 10:30PM and I was drinking red wine since 7PM, ‘what’s wrong with a Beer?’, I thought. I actually knew this already, I would have ended up regretting that moment. I woke myself up at 6 ‘o clock, and I spent the last thirty minutes waiting for all the shit to push out. It’s a nightmare! I think I already know what kind of disease I have, but I really don’t want it official. Let’s keep silent pooping. Smelly-reeky-painful-shocking pooping.