Don't you just hate it when...

...you're having a shit. You suspect there's a bit more to come out. In order to expedite the process you give it a little push. Which makes you go dizzy. And you begin to wonder if the last 4 double vodkas and coke were strictly necessary. And was it really such a great idea to put the entire eigth into one 3 kingsize skinned monster that could kill a horse. You're sweating, 10 minutes late for a meeting and you just want to curl up and die. Then suddenly it's and hour later and the cleaner's banging on the door.