10:15 AM - Friday
The poo was quick to leave, a 20 second ordeal that released a sour, intoxicating smell. This indeed was a hangover poo.
A small portion was stubborn and would not leave without a little coaxing from some toilet paper. This triggered the rest to vacate. Wiping was a laborious chore to say the least.
At this point, occupant in adjacent stall cannon-blasted an echoey fart into his porcelain bowl - no time to critique color and size of hangover triumph - HAD TO LEAVE WITH HASTE.