It's a Brazzle Dazzle Day

I was at the beer garden tonight when my stomach began to quake. When I could take it no more, I ran to the bathroom and unloaded my pain into the toilet. A few seconds later, I heard some complaints outside the stall: "Ugh that smells terrible. Who did that?" The voice of an older lady responded with "don't worry, I got it honey" and I subsequently heard the whoosh of air freshener (room deodorizer, as my dad likes to call it) being released. How mortifying.

Whatevs, people. It was me!