First alarm, second, third one. Now my belly awakens. I feel it rebelling to the whole lot of beers I had yesterday, and that Indian food I ate afterwards. At the question ‘spicy?’, I keep answering ‘Sure’. But I guess I really should not.
Now my shit is spicy, arsehole cross with me. But it was delicious. And I am just going to suffer, but I’ll be always keep doing it!
Now my toilet is radioactive .-.
the Shy Tird 