I somehow feel less old after reading this, and for that I salute you (imagine me at my kitchen table with my hand to my forehead in a poor imitation of a proper salute).
Also, I will have you know that your "better way to buttchug" concept sparked a side discussion in our household. Because, I pointed out, you'd really need a REALLY REALLY GOOD FRIEND to help you with that - since the reaction happens so fast and you'd need someone to aim the foamy butt-beer cannon (not to be confused with butterbeer. please, do not confuse butt-beer with butterbeer.).
So then I was thinking out loud about how one could do this more easily on their own (because really, I think this kind of important spiritual journey is best taken solo), and the best I could come up with was pre-insertion of the mento into one's BØRTHØLE, careful aiming/wedging of the bottle mouth, and then... ahem... a gentle fart to get the party started.
So thank you, Dannis, for making me think of such things on a Tuesday morning when I had barely finished my coffee!
When I first tried to explain this blog to my wife, her skeptical face said A LOT. Or as she just reminisced, "I was like.... DAFUQ???"
So I did what any kind, loving, best wife in the all of history would do: just started reading it aloud to her without permission! And it actually worked! Now she eagerly awaits new episodes with me, except now I have to read them all out loud to her, which is sometimes hard to do because I'm cracking the fuck up too much.
This is perverse, but I sometimes look forward to getting a headcold, just because Alka-Seltzer is so refreshing and nice to a congested head.
But I don't remember it being salty, what the hell.
I somehow feel less old after reading this, and for that I salute you (imagine me at my kitchen table with my hand to my forehead in a poor imitation of a proper salute).
Also, I will have you know that your "better way to buttchug" concept sparked a side discussion in our household. Because, I pointed out, you'd really need a REALLY REALLY GOOD FRIEND to help you with that - since the reaction happens so fast and you'd need someone to aim the foamy butt-beer cannon (not to be confused with butterbeer. please, do not confuse butt-beer with butterbeer.).
So then I was thinking out loud about how one could do this more easily on their own (because really, I think this kind of important spiritual journey is best taken solo), and the best I could come up with was pre-insertion of the mento into one's BØRTHØLE, careful aiming/wedging of the bottle mouth, and then... ahem... a gentle fart to get the party started.
So thank you, Dannis, for making me think of such things on a Tuesday morning when I had barely finished my coffee!
When I first tried to explain this blog to my wife, her skeptical face said A LOT. Or as she just reminisced, "I was like.... DAFUQ???"
So I did what any kind, loving, best wife in the all of history would do: just started reading it aloud to her without permission! And it actually worked! Now she eagerly awaits new episodes with me, except now I have to read them all out loud to her, which is sometimes hard to do because I'm cracking the fuck up too much.