Bump.
I've had the stomach flu the past couple days. I was pretty good about holding my gassiness in but some sneaky ninja farts may have slipped I was thinking.
My bf totally called me out on it this morning. "You never really fart. Except for that one time. In your sleep. You were just so relaxed."
Embarrassing.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?