H-O-R-S-E

It never ceases. First a hummus sandwich to start the day, then a trip to Amoeba to pick up a random DVD and a random CD for five and one dollar, respectively. Then a chili-cook-off where I tasted the most delicious chili called "Hair on your Chest." It had the most delicious pork in it. Did you watch Ratatouie? The scene of the grumpy food critic happened to me. Tasting that pork in the chili reminded me so much of some good ol' home cooked menudo. I was reverted back to the time I ate all the pork but my mom was yelling at me to eat my vegetables. It was that good. Then I watched Hairspray. (I don't even know what to say about this movie. I mean, what the hell John Travolta?!) Then I listened to a folk band and meagerly contributed on the bongo's. Then I was presented to an assortment of ici flavors.

All resulted to hella farts. I mean I need Gas Triple X for this shit. I have exceeded my methane quota for at least a month. I'd probably see a hole in the ozone layer above my house on Google Earth.