Third tird of the tirday. It’s a shame today is not a Thursday 🙁

Excalibur could get out only after workout. Obviously.

Well, the last kilometres have been quite burdened…

Just smooth. No struggle I need in the morning, yeah.

Christmas is coming, I feel it.

If I ever will be famous I think I’ll make a tree using tirds instead of balls. 🎄

2 breakfasts mean double shit.

Massive.

Yet, another one.

It’s one of the most common things I write – but there’s an obvious and annoying reason for that!

So eating more, means shitting more? 🤔

The more I stay sat-down arse-spread, The more I keep pooping.

That’s a fact.

Just a brisk (s)hit and run, right before a Skype call

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