"For a week, all that was coming out of ass, when I had to take a poo, was water. And it always seemed that two-thirds of the way into a class, I was summoned to the throne, if you get my gist. And if I didn't get to the throne, a geyser would be let off prematurely!" said Battersee from Stemly Tinkleton-Stokes on the Thames not all that far from Manchester.
Battersee figures he got the runs from something he ate at a Spanish restaurant near his school. "You know how it is with those Spick restaurants. Sometimes, you have a heavenly meal; sometimes, you don't!"
Battersee says he finally got over the runs when his companion Glenda, a local girl, bought him some medicine. "After a day after of taking three yellow tablets three times a day, my poo became solid again. A heary Yorkshire poo sort of solid. The kind of solid poo that allowed Englishman to form an empire that the sun never ever set on!"
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