Jillian's Fart Diary, submitted by . Well... there's really not much more I can say. The title sums it all up fairly well. It's a diary. The diary is about farting. Any questions? I sure as hell hope not, because I'm not going to answer them.
1 Bathroom-just out of bed - Big, rotten eggs and sour milk
2 Bathroom-after peeing - Loud echo in bowl... same smell, followed by soft yellow dump with dark flecks.
3 Making breakfast - SBD... more of a swamp gas style...
4 At computer - SBD... rotten cabbage now
Only on the Internet, folks! You can all thank Al Gore, who is now spending all his free time farting and recording the stench.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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