Comic what? Having a dump is a relief…
What’s wrong with drinking? I just put the milk in the drawer instead of the fridge when I made the missus a cup of tea. That’s what drinking is for, pushing you outside of what is ordinary. That said, there’s nothing like a coke to straighten you out, it has a magic way of adjusting your perspective the morning after. Whilst I find the company loathsome, as I do ronny mac donny’s sausage and egg muffins but they do the same trick, there is something to be said for pouring 330ml of shit down your throat to bring you round. Having a big shit helps too, although I seem to use rainforests of bog roll if I had a few beers the evening before. Having watched comic relief last night I had a pang of guilt about how much bog roll I was destroying to ensure my back piece doesn’t smell of marmite. What is it about western developed guilt, it was there, I considered it, still used the same amount though. ‘I’ll make a donation’. Twat