Godfather
I burst out laughing, unable to stop the unnaturally ugly laugh that came all the way from the pits of my stomach as I laughed at the story that my mum was telling me about how she had a running stomach while she was attending to Jennifer Lawrence and she asked for the bathroom but she couldn't reach it in time and she had to take a dump in a vase, right in the middle of the hallway.
My mother was laughing just as loudly as I was, "and I couldn't stop. The diarrhoea kept coming out and it was uncontrollable!" she spoke over the loud noise of our laughs and trying to get a word in between her cackles.
"Oh, my God! My stomach!" I complained, wiping tears from my eyes as I shook my head at my m