Bad bad day for it. Not sure why. Just thought I would share with you folks as I have no one to torment at work today.

I wouldn’t mind if it was but this is a puzzle. It is putting a little grin on my face knowing that in an hour or so I will be on a train out of Birmingham new street. Gonna br great in a confined space.

I had a Reggae Reggae Beef Wrap for breakfast that may have been sat in my car a bit too long.

I now have a light dose of authentic Jamaican squits with traditional damp Rasta farts.

I feel so ethnic.

Who ever cleans your undies is gonna love you.

Try to be creative with your farts- you can give them little names like ‘Colon Powell’ or ‘Tuna Melt’…..

You probably need to visit the bar on the train, especially if it is crowded, and leave a silent one to mature. Crowded is good because the blame can easily be shifted away from you – provided you don’t start smiling or laughing as people choke around you.

I wish. Local train only. Very crowded though.

” provided you don’t start smiling or laughing as people choke around you.”

Couldn’t help it but laughed like a little boy on reading the above 😆

Home now. Managed to save it all for the woman listening to her mp3 at levels you would see at a concert. She knew it was me as i grinned at her through the window as the train pulled out. Wonder if she made it to her stop. Hmm.

A night on just cider.
No food eaten.

Next morning = arse magic

Wonder if she made it to her stop. Hmm.

😆 Eviiiiiil.

A night on just cider.
No food eaten.

Next morning = arse magic

😆 Take some props to experiment with, a plastic cup for example can amplify really well. Or you could just pop one out on a patio door for example…….