Come Run With Me For New Experiences

While running over the weekend, I burped so hard that spittle flew out of my mouth. I usually associate that with sneezing, but never burping. Was that my first ever snurp?

Stop Burp-Shaming Me

There is no denying that I am constantly filled with gas. I often wonder why I weigh so much when I am filled with hot gas. I should be floating off into the ether. Look for me tethered to the ground at the next Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Anyway, it has to go somewhere.

Continue reading “Stop Burp-Shaming Me”