Sitting in a better class of a bar, enjoying the timeless Sunday afternoon and evening, reading a good book and thinking of and talking about life and deep stuff with people online - generally feeling thoughtful and a bit melancholy.

...and then a stylish older woman standing next to me at the bar counter rips out a massive loose fart that sounds like a horse blowing raspberries and makes my eyelashes and nose hair curl. It was the kind of fart that if one of my pals had ripped it out during an all night beer bender, the conversation would have stopped and there might have been applause.

I again thank the life for reminding me not to take it too seriously.
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