I learned something whilst flying first class from New York to New Orleans yesterday: when you’re a wee bit gassy, you don’t have to bother trying to hold it in.
It really is okay. I promise you, it’s okay. Because your gas doesn’t stink when you’re flying first class.
Well, either that or the airflow is designed so as to carry the stench aft, towards the poor people where it so rightly belongs. Regardless, you may fart at leisure. And go ahead and order another cup of coffee, served in an actual mug. You deserve it.
I got this Christmas card from my mom the other day, and boy did it get on my nerves something fierce.

If I’ve told her once, I’ve told her 1,000 times: I don’t want a little Jesus.
Please mom, not again with the socks or the little Jesuses. No more.
And finally, I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge the total lack of minivans driving around with wreaths attached to the front. I knew you visited my website, but I always thought it was for the pretty pictures. Who knew you were actually reading?
Anyway, you’re doing a great job, hillbillies. Keep it up.
It may not smell in first class, but it does smell in other places, so really, I do appreciate the courtesy. Keep it up, J.
Kim almost banished me to the couch last night because of my gas. I am no longer allowed to eat taco hamburger helper.
True Story.
Wet farts?
You will also find in my building that if you fart in a VP's office it stinks only slightly and in an MD's office, not at all. However, out where Krock and I sit, the smell of shit flows freely. I think they have it vented directly to our department.