Mean Dog

I was cutting my dog’s hair near his rear and he farted in my face. It smelled really bad. Like rotten eggs bad. It also lingered. It clouded the air; I could slice his stink with a knife. I had to stand for a few minutes to keep my nose

I Miss You, Poo

I hate that after I experience mass exodus of diarrhea, I have days of nothingness exiting my butt. I haven’t pooped since my Mentos episode. Three days. It’s like my digestive system cleaned everything out, and I have nothing left to poo. Except I do because my butt feels mighty

I Doo

There is something about weddings that make me extra gassy. I attended one over the weekend, and I had the farts during the entire reception. I would have blamed the champagne for the extra bubblies in my intestines, but I didn’t drink any this time. Could be that usually by