There are consequences in Life.  Take for instances, eating two large helpings of beans and cornbread for lunch, and then two more for dinner.  The resulting effects of beans have always been cherished and enjoyed by the masculine gender, but as with all things good and bad, there is a limit.

Never in my life have I been kept awake throughout the night from a near continuous barrage of flatulence.  It was enjoyable at first, but then it wore me down, and I swear I saw my sheets flapping.  I only wish I had the damn cat sleeping with me.

I did not eat the remaining delicacy today, but will finish them off tomorrow.

Kick butt.  D.

I have discovered I am a Bean Master.  My fourth batch of beans were incredible!  I realized the best way to season beans is only with the sausage I add to them.  Today I made a healthy batch of beans, both black and kinda brown, and sliced up about a foot and a half of the flavorful sausage I get at the store down the street, and around the corner.  When I came home I prepared a pan of cornbread and sat and engulfed a savory bowl, not once, but twice.  Afterwards, I jumped out onto the balcony and thumping my chest, announced to the world, “I am the Bean Master of the World!” to the point that the players in the soccer field below stopped to look at me, and started applauding.

…. well, not really, but I wanted to.  It would have been cool if I did though.Kick butt.

D.