WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
A local man has had a fleeting moment of panic today, after entering one of his work’s toilet cubicles.
Ben English, a 28-year-old finance guy from our town’s aspirational pebblecrete and double garage suburb of Betoota Heights spoke a short time ago to The Advocate about the horrifying moment that confronted him.
“Man, I was fearing the worst,” he laughed after walking out of Smith-Simpson & Sons 3rd floor bathroom.
The cause for consternation came after Ben started projecting nuclear looking piss into the toilet bowl.
However, despite initially fearing a horrifying affliction, Ben was relieved to remember that he’d had a Berocca earlier that morning.
“Yeah, it was one of those post beetroot based meals moments,” he laughed.
“Obviously nuclear piss is slightly less terrifying than Beetroot excrement, but still not what you need.”
“Lucky I remembered that you piss out excess b vitamins; and I quickly realised why my urine looked the way it did, and I didn’t need to spiral into a WedMD hole,” he laughed.
“And hey I feel good, so I think it’s time to make yellow coloured wee wee a thing.”
“Real big night, nah big day kind of vibes, you know.”
More to come.
