Don’t know what it was I ate
that gave me dysentery, but it’s impressive. Up all last night, my ass is on fire. I have graduated directly to Tucks.
Last night in mass I felt the gurgling of gas and liquid nastiness and felt a giant bubble of gas queuing up in the Fart Deployment area, and I managed to hold it back until we left, but I fear I may have cropdusted my way through a group of little old ladies. As it was I was tickled just to be able to trust those farts.
We watched the Mystery marathon and went to bed. I think the daughter may have been up texting hotlips. I’m happy to have seen the end of 2013
A very Happy New Year and all of 2014, to you and yours, amigo.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
May 2014 be a vast improvement over 2013 (that’s not raising the bar all that much, is it)! Hope the coming year sees you and yours showered in riches. (Ya know, continued good health, the warmth of shared love and laughter from family and friends….what, you thought I was talking about money??…and that you may find at least some comfort in the knowledge that over all, all is going according to His plan.
I’ve had three bowls of traditional New Year black eyed peas, heavily seasoned, of course, and hope to still be fragrant well into tomorrow night.
Black eyed peas are the devils bean!!
I hope you are feeling less fragrant tomorrow. We’re both back to work, but I get to work up North through Monday, which is nice. Happy New Year, my friend.
Happy New Year to all! Maybe we’ll hook up over the weekend or something
I’ve had something similar but lower grade since the frickin’ weekend. Every morning I think it’s gone, and then it’s back. Never enough to make me max out on Immodium, just enough to make getting more than 20 feet or so from a bathroom scary.
Tucks or not, my Barack Obama is so sore, it’s as if Chris Matthews personally visited – if you get my drift and I think you do.
Best to all for a better 2014.