So I had this epiphany the other night.
Take a man and woman. Feed them say a pulled pork sandwich and a big glass of milk. What happens? Within minutes the man is gloriously blasting noxious fumes out like one of those giant rail canons the Krauts had in WWI.
Thump beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooorp booooooooooom!
For hours, too.
His ass is now a weapon of mass destruction. Birds fall from the sky. Small children mutate, and are hidden away in hospitals for the criminally insane. The Benedictine Sisters of Mercy at Mt Subiaco in Italy begin ascending the mountain on their knees, praying decade upon decade of the rosary in a futile attempt to keep the Baby Jesus from crying...and the UN passes a resolution threatening to do absolutely nothing should he fart again.
And what do you get from the woman?
Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
Where's all that poison go? It's obviously not good for a person if the body works so hard to expel it right?
I think it goes into their brains.
That's why we have feminists.
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That's why we have feminists
You're right. It has to be the pulled pork.
...or lack thereof
Just visiting from Zelda's, and this post describes my house perfectly. The gastro stuff, not the feminist stuf...
I have a husband and 5 boys, I'm an expert on the male gastro circuit.
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