I went to my first Broadway play the other night. A musical version of Titanic… because a hottie asked me, and promised he'd let me hold his hand.

Before the theater we had dinner. I had my favorite: Habanero Jalapeño Chili Spicy Nacho Chimichangas with refried beans and sour cream.

For most of the play I managed to control the effects of dinner, but as the theme song approached, I had lost that battle... Oh… my… God… did it stink. And it kept stinking… and it kept stinking…

There are very few things in life I'm sure about in life but this: I believe that the fart will go on!