bathroom

Be aware that after a pints, these mates don't hold back on their language.

It was the wall tiles. So immaculately polished, with a subtle maroon line running through the middle to remind us of the impermanence and finite nature of what we dearly wish to be eternal, that we just had to stop and take a picture without taking the time to pull our pants up.

His offering to the shrine of the Porcelain God seems to have been cut short.