I am writing this from Red River in New Mexico. I can tell you about
the beautiful scenery, the mountains, the rivers or my friends dog who
has a serious gas problem. I remember when I was on spring break as a
kid "peetey" was allowed to go with us. I believe it was near Las
Vegas when we determined that "peetey" had let what we now call "The
Queen Mother of Farts". We were all in the van and all of the windows
had to be rolled down. Mom and Robbie were screaming "Peeyeew" all the
way from the front of the van. On this trip I have found the "King
Father of Farts" and I have to tell you, it is inhuman; it is beastly.
This dog has no mercy. He's just little beagle, but 8 hours in the car
can drive a man's nose crazy. And it's not like a one time deal. I'm
talking continuous gas that would drive a man crazy. We all had to
roll the windows down. Apparently animals have a smell all their own.
I heard about this product called Beano that makes it smell like
roses. I'm thinking of sneaking in the middle of night and spiking the
dog food with Beano. It's the only way...

Thought of the Day
"You don't understand what I'm up against. This is a force more
powerful than anything you can imagine. Even Superman would be
helpless against this kind of stench."
- Jerry, describing the B.O. smell in his car, in "The Smelly Car"