As I write this I am pretty sure I’m listening to the scene from American Pie where ‘Shit Break’ has been given some laxatives. Thomo’s gippy stomach has now meant that every time he eats he instantly needs to go to the toilet and drop the contents of his bowels along with what sounds like a balloon full of air. Apologies for being so graphic but as our room is so small it is impossible for me to not be so illustrative of the situation! Having him laugh and talk to me through the wall isn’t helping either.
Not very useful information I know, but none the less it’s funny!!!
Love Scotty x