Neanderpundit

At least until he can fart properly again.

My uncle Calvin was showing me his blackberries one day, and cut forth with a long drawn out series of what, for lack of a better word, I call “motorboat farts”. Dry and droll as ever, he remarked ‘A man can fart like that, can’t be too much wrong with him”

I tend to agree. Fart well, Aman. And we’re looking forward to a Fartcast. Which is like a podcast, only without the aroma.

Aside from waking to a fresh puddle of cat puke, the nimrod had filled the litterbox so full that there was no more room for anything. So the wife cleans it out, a distasteful job under any circumstances, but when it’s this full I think, hell, leave the litterbox alone, stop feeding the cat.

Anyway, god forbid the literbox be clean for twelve seconds, the cat has to come in and leave a deposit. Then after a few seconds of careful scraping, he RUNS AWAY FROM THE BOX like the HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES was hot on his tail. I swear to god,he cleared one of the kitchen chairs. If I could get him to move off my spot on the bed that fast, I’d be pleased. Fucktard.