A worrying sight
I like beer. A lot. Beer doesn't like me and makes my bowels very unpleasant to live with.


But that's for a later entry (ooer mrs etc...)

Because of the aforementioned affliction I was advised to try guinness as it might not kickstart my bowels into a meltdown to rival Chernobyl. I tried guinness for a whole night and found the advice to be true, as the next morning I was not lying comatose, part asphyxiated in my own foulness, guts griping and dreading the next two hours of shivering screaming crying and pleading to any god that will listen. But I digress. The mornings logout session was swift and over in the blink of an eye, I was saved!
When I looked over my shoulder, my heart sank. I knew that the guinness was the holy grail I had waited for but I also knew from the sight that greeted me from the pan, I could never drink it again.

It looked like I'd drowned a small family of moles.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 19:16, 2 replies)

Guinness
Technically* speaking it's a food group not a refreshing beverage, but it does strange strange things to your guts. Personally, I'd classify post-Guinness dumpage as melanistic otters, but I'll add moles to the chart.




*University of Because I Said So 2008
(osok Rebel without a clue, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 9:46, closed)

It is a food group...
When at polytechnic I supplemented my meagre diet with copious amounts of the stuff. Plus the iron helped with my slight anemia.
( girlinthehole, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 10:11, closed)