Methane cumma from me!

It’s been awhile since I wrote because I got caught up in watching scary movies during all my free time. That involved staying up ultra late and crashing right after the last movie of the night. Here I am again, though, and I will try to catch you up on the recent events of life.

But first – an observation. My body is really super efficient at producing gas. I mean – really ultra super efficient. Every frakking thing I eat gives me gas, which often leaves me feeling bloated. Ugh. I’ve tried gas-ex and the like, and they help in some small way. But my body refuses to cease gas production. If I could package and sell my methane, I’m sure I could live off the proceeds for the rest of my life. Hell, I could probably power a small town – like the pigs did in the “Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome” town of Bartertown. Like the dude said in that movie: “Methane cumma from pig shit.” Uh, no, methane cumma from me! Endless and non-stop quantities cumma from me. I haven’t tried Beano yet – I suppose that’s next on the list, but that shite is expensive. I will be ultra pissed if it doesn’t help either. Anyway – this is not new news. Everyone on the Terry side of the family is a master methane manufacturer. It’s just annoying sometimes, and is my random thought for the day. I hope you enjoyed it.