Okay, I didn’t even drink much… I brought my visiting friend at my favourite local Indian restaurant, we has some beers and I took some curry Lamb, but I felt ok.
We then had a custom made drink with gin and ginger, and we ger back home. I mean, not a naughty life is it?
I slept poorly, and I woke up with a brick inside my bowels. Thar brick is now getting out piling to the bottom of my toilet as a mass of weird pale-reddish liquid.
Mh. Well.
It just doesn’t stop
the Shy Tird 