Sunday, on the way to the range with Mr B and Midwest Chick, partner and i stopped for a mcDonald’s Frappe.

The lactose does some interesting stuff to me, let me tell you.

So at the end of the day, when Mr b said “I’ll remember not to stand downrange of you guys” I heard “Downwind” instead of ‘Downrange’ and thought, damn, I didn’t think I was farting THAT loudly. I mean, I used to work with a guy whose farts would set off the Clapper in his house, but I didn’t think mine were that loud, and everyone had earplugs in. I was standing downwind, though, thankfully.