Bunkagrancha

Lore of the noble bunkagrancha has been passed from Father to son...
the drinking dog is prepared.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Sweet relief

Any day judged by excitement at being able to fart properly is probably not a good one.
Yet I am happy now to fart at will.
And Fart I must, for my gut is filled with gas.

Fart one fart all, enjoy your flatulence while you can.
Posted by TRS at 5:02 PM
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