blockage? NO WAY
My fiancee's parents are in LOVE with coffee. If you've ever read this blog, or drank coffee, you know what it can do to a colon. I've been spending the weekend (passover again) weekend up state in their house, and here it is monday morning, we're getting ready to leave and my blow-hole has been churning for the past 72 hours. Here I am sitting in front of her Dads computer and tootin' away into his chair, they keep walking by talking to me about various things and I'm like "uh huh" as I slowly carefully, safely let little toots out into the comfy desk chair. Meanwhile the bathroom is occupied and I'm about dying to get my passover seder food from last night started on it's long trip to the hudson river, (IF you know what I mean). I was woken last night in the midst of a dream about old faithful by what might have been considered the most window rattling gas I've ever had. the windows were closed but the shades were still moving when I was roused by the vibrations of the bed.
I'm being called now to the can, I'm I think I can, no, I know I can, because there ain't no way i'm going to be able to retain this steamtrain full of salmon and kugel and chopped liver.
steamtrain.
I'm being called now to the can, I'm I think I can, no, I know I can, because there ain't no way i'm going to be able to retain this steamtrain full of salmon and kugel and chopped liver.
steamtrain.
