Sitting here under my gazebo looking over the south terrace to my barbezebo, quietly enjoying a bier, all I can hear are the birds twittering and the spitting of the fat dripping out of the up the bum chicken in my coal fired Weber.
The long haired general, the blind child and her boyfriend are on the first floor watching tv. I don't care as I am a MAN providing for them.
Gassists...with a change in your lifestyle choice you too could be awash with testosterone and smug self satisfaction.
Coff, obviously you are on the cusp. Leap and you shall fly my son.