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.
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