> Lately, I have been adapting my diet for MAX BEEFS. LOADS of roughage and veggies. But the FARTS, dear boy, the farts.

Yesterday I ate a sack of dried fruit and had a generous side of peas and mushrooms with my steak. Then I hit the beer, which I unwisely topped off with a glass of cheap red.

I then repaired to the small cabin in which I presently sleep.

HO LEE FUC. Non stop, RANCID braps. And I haven't even shat yet.

If only I had a woman to Dutch oven, it would be priceless. Instead it's just stinky puke

I don’t get good farts anymore.

And by “good” I mean “hideous smelling.”

> Lately, I have been adapting my diet for MAX BEEFS. LOADS of roughage and veggies. But the FARTS, dear boy, the farts.

Lately, I have been adapting my diet for MAX BEEFS. LOADS of roughage and veggies. But the FARTS, dear boy, the farts.

Re: Lately, I have been adapting my diet for MAX BEEFS. LOADS of roughage and veggies. But the FARTS, dear boy, the farts.