Looking back on my last few posts, I think it’s time to blog about something other than bodily functions before somebody thinks this blog has been hijacked by a twelve year old boy. Tomorrow, tomorrow.
If I’m not careful I’ll be attending a fart bloggers convention next year.
I am trying to think about where they’d logically convene such a thing.
Now I’m trying not to think about it. I think I’ll go take a shower instead. And try not to think of Dutch ovens or Polish bubblebaths, which are arguably more ethnically insulting than Dutch ovens. And wouldn’t that bait a blogfight?
Don’t bother with deciding where they’d convene, really contemplate whether or not one should actually go if a fart bloggers convention actually occurred.
Then again, imagine the podcasts.
Imagine the menu.
Burritos, cabbage soup…
Reminds me of this classic cinematic moment.
Hee! I just played that clip and could feel my laptop vibrating.
I…ah…call me a bumpkin, but I always thought a Dutch oven was a cast-iron device you use to cook things over a campfire. Like, with, er, covered wagons in the background.
Anyone have a link I can half-cover my eyes before clicking?
How about a Carnival of Flatulence? It’d be a gas!