One sqeaker for you, one giant fart for mankind

I was in "doubled over" pain yesterday evening and popping gas out both ends. Damn burrito with added red peppers anyhoo.

This is my first real bout with bad internal pain but have the unusually fragrant flatulation.

I was at a dinner party last night and had to depart before the prime rib (I love my meat), as luck would have it, the room was crowded so as I "released my pressure" I kept moving. No one new who that Mack Truck was with the foul exhaust.

Today I'm much better but who else has had the "attacking farts" without notice? Oh, by the way, I DO NOT TRUST 'EM either! :-) :-)  Very good advice.

 Bean there, done that, wi**** wouldn't happen again, but...

The "gas" is the only real downside to this whole adventure.  I've learned to live with it.  If I am out somewhere, in public, I just excuse myself and head to the men's room.  Pitty the poor sobs who happen to be in there at the same time.  Usually the loud and long noises drive them out rather quickly.

I've tried beano, gas-ex, etc., all to no real avail.  I tried limiting or avoiding certain foods, but really haven't found what gives me such gas...it's just life I guess.  

If there were only some way I could capture it and figure a way to run my car on it, I would be in business!  LOL.

As DON advises, I never trust 'em.  Oh well...this is life as a flatulant skinny man.  

So that is your secret to your run times. You use turbo boost!

 Ahhh...my secret is out!....blown out actually!!  LOL

Well if confession is good for the soul  here goes.

Had to go to a City Council a few weeks ago.  Made the mistake of nibbling on a couple of SF Lifesavers before hand.  About the time I am walking past the biggest SOB on the Council, he was sitting down, I let go with an SBD!  Poor *******

That's funny Don...except I'm the Mayor in my City and I can't get anything past the Council...not even a whiff.

Older brother is running for Mayor in the podunk town we live in.  Knowing how the BS around small towns can be told him I'd support him but expressed concern about his BP and the quantity of how much hair he was going to have left!

Its called CROP DUSTING and is one of my fav activities while grocery shopping. You can blast a whole isle at a time and then move on. Good fun!

Im pre-op of course. Post op prob not as much fun!

Crop dusting.....thats awesom!