Aa I walked out the toilet, I discovered there’s blood in my faeces.

Ok. I told this ti my friend. He handed me a beer.

‘Cheers!’, he said

Right. Let’s enjoy the gig now

I don’t even know how possible it is, I need to shit anymore.

Oh well, must be the beers I’m drinking…

Btw, I am at a concert right now, I hope I could enjoy that, no shit attacks, pleaseeee!!

Hanging out with my friend in Copenhagen means I gotta drink as many beers as I offers.

And he does a lot.

So now, I am at his restaurant, having a pause from my laptop-work, gotta have a shit!

Sorry bout that mate, you’re going to clean it!

Well well, a 12-hour slumber. I fucking needed to recover. After that what could it be I need of?

The very first thing? Taking a huge shit!

It’s so urgent that my arse now burns. It needed a little warm up perhaps..

Ever since I opened this blog I looked forward to the next shit for writing something new.

This time I wish I could write more, to be fair, since I am eating more than I should, and everything is now clogging my insides!

My crap is so numerous recently, I shall seriously consider the idea of selling it

Unexpected shit at my friend’s pizzeria.

I guess I shall stop eating.

Second session. During this trip I am taking so much shit I can’t tell anymore when is real and when it is not.

Spoiler alert, all of them are real

Goooood mooorning Copenhagen! I salut you with a liquid movement of my bowels. A good turdy sturdy production!

Second shit on the go. Still at my friend’s restaurant