These are two unrelated things, generally, but one has led to the other.

Thursday, as you all know, was Robert Burns' birthday, and I had the opportunity to go and eat haggis and neeps & tatties at a friends house who is also of Scottish ancestry. Of course, there was a staggering supply of single malt as well, and after we were all fed up on haggis and Scotch and Bellhaven and various New Belgium products, it was off home to finish off my beer.

Friday's fart were just huge. Iffen you don't know, haggis is basically organ meat and oatmeal with a wee bit o' Scotch, "neeps" are turnips/rutabagas, and tatties are potatoes. Save for the potatoes and whisky and outside of sausages, these things are not on the menu for me. So the resulting "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!" all damned day was diturbing, as they were as loud and long as they were frequent. But the most disturbing thing is that they had absolutely no smell. Nothing. I did not even shit that day. Friday's crushing hangover was enough to put a lesser man on the wagon, which is why am drinking a 12 of Heinie Light this evening. The interesting and sometimes convenient thing about this "beer" is that it has a laxative effect after about the first three. Or maybe not so convenient depending on where you are drinking it.