Post-weekend beer gas

The men’s restroom at work is a veritable slaughterhouse on Monday Mornings.

Smells like sour cherries and stale bread dipped in mustard. I’m no exception – my bedsheets are rank. Just peeling them back is an invite for an intense migraine.

I still cannot believe how the majority of people repeticiously wreck their bodies every weekend.

I couldn’t believe when I read his filmography that he played a toilet (no joke) in According to Jim

2 Responses

  1. Anonymous says:

    Unfortunately same thing this week.

    I couldn’t believe when I read his filmography that he played a toilet (no joke) in According to Jim

  2. chakaflange says:

    I had a combo-poo which had beer, red wine, rum and cider in yesterday morning which was highly unpleasant.

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