parping, bottom burps, trouser trumpets, guffs, sbds, cutting the cheese. call it what you will but recently i have been farting like a demon. it is as if john zorn was in charge of a gaggle of highland pipers.
still the sound of flatulence is better than the previous week’s constipation.
now if i can find a balance between these two states i will be happy.
you’ll have to excuse me for a moment i am just going to let rip like a foghorn.
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