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I had shat literally all I could possibly shit, but somewhere, deep down, I knew I would need to shit again imminently. Such are the joys of food poisoning, or in this case some dodgy Albanian tap water. In fairness, the foreign office advice had been fairly clear cut.
Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup shares the stories of everyday life however mundane or extraordinary.
The bossed asked if I knew how to delete a #sitehistory. Please, I've known that shit since before the days of… https://t.co/0AoSLG0ThG
J'ai laissé mon couer dans le salle de bains. Fuck. Potage parlant. #talkingsoup #writers #callforsubmissions