Down Under

So picture this: after surviving dinner at that chaotic, anxiety-inducing jazz restaurant 🎷😵‍💫—you know, the kind where the music is louder than your own thoughts—we finally made it back to the street for a chill post-dinner stroll. But OH WAIT, my ex’s digestive system decided to throw its own drum solo 🎶🥁💩. Yep, nature was calling in a way that could NOT be ignored.

Cue the emergency hunt for a bathroom while I’m out here trying to pretend like everything’s normal, casually ordering drinks 🍸😬. We stumble into this random underground bar—it’s like the place you go when nowhere else in the universe makes sense. A bit weird, a little sketchy, but at least it wasn’t as stressful as Jazz-Pocalypse 2024. 🙌

Best part? My ex finally got to achieve full “zen-poop” 🧘‍♂️💩 in the bar’s hidden bathroom sanctuary. #WhatAManGottaDo #ZenPoopJourney #JazzGutSurvival #UndergroundBathroomAdventuresWeiterlesen