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I hate having diarrhea, whatever the cause...hot food, stomach problems, doesn't matter...
(although I acknowledge that shitting liquid fire after a badass curry adds just that little bit more unpleasantness, that's not the point.)
I hate the having to get up every five minutes, and the fear or venturing too far away from a toilet is a real bitch.
Pretty much fucks up your day.
Most annoying part?
Sitting down to paint the toilet bowl in the most noisy, stinking, fucked up manner, wiping, getting up, and...
!MOTHERFUCKER!
...time for the second onslaught.
Y'all know it happens.
Yep...that's my latest realised hate.
As great as the comedy value is when it happens to someone ELSE, it's a GODDAMN BASTARD when it hits YOU, or should I say, when it SHITS you.
ps: No, no diarrhea today.
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