So I got the shits in a chip shop setting. I slumped on the glass and lubricated my trousers with as much effort as a weasel sneeze. The heat caused drips to sprout from my face and fall in the batter like spearm to the flame. I needed Nordic mist, so went outside and felt like a gift to the Earth.
The slut group of Chavs that surrounded the entrance ruined the veneer. I had shat myself. In a chip shop. Near some mushrooms pies.
I've been drinking every night for 7 consecutive day, corroding my immunity and allowing the flu virus to lay gypsy blankets on my nervous system. Watch that Friday deadline sink with my energy.