Neanderpundit

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Last weekend the wife cooked a huge ham, complete with large bone, which Mom then took and made into bean soup. Now, I’m a huge fan of bean soup, but homemade bean soup, with the bone of an enormous ham, it’s divine.

Consequently, I am a toxic waste dump. Things have been coming out of me that shouldn’t exit a living creature. I have had to install a fan in the Cubicle of Og. My cube neighbors are threatening revolt. I am, in a word, revolting.

Man, it’s a beautiful thing. If there is anything more satisfying than a loud, dry fart, it is if that fart is noxious in the extreme, making the atmosphere in your immediate vicinity unbearable to civilized humans.

My uncle Calvin, God Rest His Soul, once released a particularly loud (and long lasting) fart on a walk in his grape arbors. The tone was pure and had great duration. On ending, he said “a man can fart like that, can’t be too much wrong with him”

At this point in my life, I can understand his meaning; anytime you get gas and not lumps, anytime there aren’t smoke rings or bacon strips in the BVD’s, you’re OK.

TMI? Maybe. Still: If you don’t know this simple truth, trust me, someday you will.