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Whew
I am farting like mad. I am talking non-stop high pressure lift-your-butt-right-out-of-the-chair farts. :fart:
I could probably personally have all the lights on in New Jersey and New York if a way could be figured out to harness the energy that is just pounding out of me.
Yes sir, the butt trumpet is doing the Louie Armstrong tonight and the house plants are wilting. And all this from a bowl of clam chowder. I may have solved the "energy crisis", although I have all ideas we have plenty of energy.
Anyhow, I wanted to share this information because it is between 2 and 3 in the morning, I'm bored, and who can sleep when your backside is making so much noise? Not me, that's for sure.
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end!
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