Kinda gross... if you keep reading...
it's yer own fault.
you know... you know those kicken "bleet" like farts you gotta work at?
not the slow buggers that stink up a room or the ones that seem to be
the reason they chose the word "flatulence" ... but the, sitting
on the john and straining and then... POW thing. Heck, you even feel
a gust of wind on your ass cheeks sometimes. Yeah... that kind.
Well you know how... er, like, how you're lucky, sometimes to be on
the john when you do those... because you kinda... blast a little nugget
out with the POW? (and if you're exceptionally unlucky, it hits the water
and sends a rebound drip right straight back up to your puckered little
k, so we have the picture... well, the "idea"... forget any pictures you're
Now translate that into a burp.
I had a Jamaican patty for lunch. It was yummi.
I had some coke too... (A rare treat).
Now I want to burp. Not a gravelly, commuter train burp, but a chest out,
arms back, head up, and mouth wwwwwwide open BARRRRP.
... but I can't.
It wont come.
... and I'm worried if I try too hard... I may send a horrific nugget out
Such is my dilemma.
pull my finger?