Neanderpundit

Eggs. Hash browns. Corned beef hash. Bacon. Toast with marmite.

The farts smell like something crawled up my ass, caught dysentery, shat all over everything, rats came and ate it, and they shat themselves to death, and the whole pile of corpses was burned to a cinder in a methane flame.

The dog gagged.

Pushing 50, I’mm still at the top of my game.

From Mo K.

Read the whole thing. Nicely put.