When I woke up this morning all I could think about was food, whilst I was evacuating. Specifically the kebab 'him upstairs' decided to eat after a whole raft of lager. That's how I often start a morning - hot, wet and sickly.
Just have a look at the bird he brought home with him! In act, I reckon 'him upstairs' must have had two rafts of lager. Well, I shall blow out a fart later and get rid of her. Us arses have to look after the boss after all.....