Yesterday I exaggerated. One beer after another. It was even painful to drink most of them, because my belly was still hurting after lung, a giant panini clogged my stomach. So after many drinks, it got to 2:00AM and I went to sleep.
After I woke myself up, I still felt my belly as a balloon. Nothing good. So I had breakfast and that gave me some movements inside.
I went for the toilet and pulled off some pseudo-normal shit. I mean a normal one with a normal-diet-day history.
But inside me there’s more. Much much more. The beer has surely became dense brown juice, and in the near future will fight for a place outside. I must be patience and wait, knowing there’s some harsh surprise hover around for me
the Shy Tird 