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

I am at my friend’s restaurant, I guess my hangovery shit strikes again. This time it was better to discharge before enjoying the pizza.

Anyways. WHAT THE FUCKING SMELL IS this????!?!!!!

I lost count of the times I spent on the toilet today.

Just another one, c’mon!!

Some more shit developed.

Uh! I love hangovers!

I don’t even know what to write. This hangover with just a couple hours sleep is terrible already. But it’s even worsened by spicy loose shit.

I don’t know where to start.

Long story short, we came back home only now. It was the longest pub crawling ever. i seriously doubt my friend’s mental health now that he lives here in Copenhagen.

Me? I am crazy, and I needed a shit long ago, but I could make it only now, home. After I dunno how much and what I ate or drank.

After that, I think imma go strict to bed

Basically I had to sleep at least two hours after lunch to recover the least energies to get over the day. I even had no energy to push out all of my trash piled inside me.

this time it floats in shapeless brown clouds. Creative!

A whole other story for this shit, even if hangovery, it is just less then expected. Thin ribbons of neglection.