B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for July 18, 2020

It was the Burritos or Snoring.

Taco Bell, just as likely.

If you are lucky, it will just be winds.

Dad: “Great Burritos, Mama!”

Popeye: “Well, blow me down. HEY, I didn’t mean that literally!”

Naw! That’s just a breeze! HURRICANE Level is feeding the burritos to an entire High School !!!!!!! (Smirk!)

A little old lady visits her doctor with a problem.“You see Doctor, I’ve been having a terrible gas problem. I pass gas almost every minute. Fortunately, they’re silent and they don’t smell at all. I’ve even passed gas here, several times. Is there anything you can do for me?” The doctor gets his note pad and writes something down, then hands it to the little old lady. She asks “What’s this? There are 3 prescriptions.” The doctor replies, “The first prescription is for gas pills to control the problem, the other two are for your hearing and sense of smell”

that is just terrible :)

The “wind” would be the least of their problems.

“Earthquake”!!

famous or infamous?

Per Burger King’s latest commercial, all you have to do is lace the offending meal with lemon grass and the methane/greenhouse gas will be eliminated.

Woo Hoo!! High power Poot! I love it when Wiley talks windy.

Beans, beans the musical fruit. The more ya eat, the more ya toot. The more ya toot, the better ya feel: LET’S HAVE BEANS FOR EVERY MEAL! ( I REALLY love inspirational poems!) Especially chocolate.

It’s worse when he actually gives a name to each “hurricane”! :D

Let’s hear it for Mason Williams’ “Classical Gas.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mREi_Bb85Sk.

Jumpin’ Jack Flash is a gas, gas, gas.

…and lasting fumes that linger in the night…

Fire tornados if they were very spicy.

Ironically, Mom’s name is Gale… ☺

Two words. Taco. Bell.

Or Dad breaks wind.

Motorboating, the French way.

Apparently, bathroom humor transcends all ages

And don’t even think of taking up dad’s request to pull his finger.

I get those after attending a chili cook-off.

Malodorous zephyrs!

You never realize how little self-control you have until the Chips and Salsa arrive.