Yesterday I got out having dinner with friends, then we took something to drink at my favourite plaza. Plain and simple, I wasn’t used to it anymore, I am overwhelmed by work.

I took hummus for dinner, accompanied with beer, followed by a Moscow Mule.

At five in the morning the first lights in the sky woke me up, and I received the first hint of the moment I am now living: A vigorous fart.

Some minutes ago my girlfriend woke me up nicely and smiling, full of life and love, we had sex yesterday night, before falling asleep, but this is another story…

Well, as I come wide awake, I had to rush to the bathroom, hummus was calling. I climbed my Squatty Potty, and I pushed a little. The very same hummus I ate yesterday came back from my arsehole, same consistency, very different color, pretty smellier, much satisfying.

Imma go have breakfast now! The weekend begins!