After A Night On The Ale

The morning after a heavy night on the ale I was in the shower, hung over and generally not feeling too pleasant. Now standing there I thought a fart was brewing, so I released, giving way to what can only be described as a startled donald duck noise.

This, for some reason at the time, was the most entertaining thing on the planet and I burst out laughing which nanoseconds later followed through with a spray of fecal matter all over the bathroom floor and sink.

The clean up was less entertaining.