I should stop eating White Castle.
At least until the language catches up. Words like acrid and vile are simply too weak to describe the effects.
At least until the language catches up. Words like acrid and vile are simply too weak to describe the effects.
Farts are just the ghosts of yesterday’s food.
(read that somewhere on the ‘net)
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
I like that one. since I am rocket propelled much of the time.
Only one thing that makes me more noxious than White Castle, sardines and raw onions on pumpernickel, with mayo. Mrs D forbids me to eat either when she’s home. Can’t blame her, I don’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me after either of those meals.
mark> Sleep with your head out the window. Or your ass, depending on if you want to contain the evil to one room or unleash it on the unsuspecting universe.
Had a great chili-cheese dog last night at Chicago Hot Dog Company here on the NW side of Indy. My lady wife was less than appreciative later…
My better half reserves “Rancid” for those special moments. Normally a ban from bedroom and residence on couch follows….
My brother-in-law, bless his pointy little head, keeps insisting that crop dusting should be done away from the homestead.
Knew there was something wrong with him the moment my sister brought him home.
There are certain foods after which my farts will blister the paint on the walls. A mate of mine reckoned he could bottle it and make a fortune trading it to the gas warfare mob. Guess it goes without saying I live alone, heh.
Some people have ‘think I’ll make waffles’ mornings.
I have ‘think I’ll avoid standing next to open flames’ mornings.