Many of you know, that I tend to take a bit of pride in my flatulence. Over the past 17 years, Linda and I have had some spectacular fart battles.
I don't want to "toot my own horn", but I believe it's safe to say that I generally get the better of those battles. Let's just say that if our bedroom was the middle east, I'd be Israel and Linda would be Palestine.
Maybe it's the death of Yasir Arafat maybe I'm just maturing to the point where a thunderous, window rattling boomer just doesn't seem as funny as it used to . . . whatever the reason, I've decided now might be a good time for unilateral disarmament.
I picked up a bottle of Beano . . .
. . . this morning and I intend to use it.
You needn't praise me . . . I'm just a simple man doing my part to make the world a better place.
I'm thinking about making a run for the border this evening.
A couple Burrito Supremes should give us an idea how well these things work (a bit like testing if a nuclear weapon has been properly disarmed by wacking it with a hammer).
Wish Linda luck!