Tomorrow is senior day at one of my favorite restaurants. This restaurant serves chopped up Barbie Q dolls to seniors at half price. One of the perks for being a senior. Am looking toward tomorrow with some angst and anticipation. No ... there is no constipation involved. Anyways ... tomorrow am going to take my fill of chopped up Barbie Q dolls. The last time ate chopped up Barbie Q dolls, last Saturday, there was a rear end odor that permeated the walls, me and the bedroom. Was so terrible, that odor, my better-half sprayed me with odor killer. It was nice for a while having a near death experience, coming back to life only to be sprayed again, having another near death experience, coming back to life, which continued for countless hours. Bottom line ... Love those near death experiences after eating chopped up Barbie Q dolls. Wish me luck everyone. I promise not to let one here in the Flying Castle but look out walls, me, bedroom, and better-half. That odor peeled the paint off the walls or it was the spray from the odor killer.
In space, no one can hear you fart.
Doesn't help, though.
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Point of advice: If you're having "issues" with internal volatiles control, visit the mushroom farms and the hydroponics facilities. Or at least the grazing areas for the miniature cattle, (Watch your head. It's a low ceiling.)
Everything gets recycled in space. (Yep, that stuff too.)