Anger is like flatulence, isn't it?

Insofar as it's far better to let it out in increments

than to let go with one humongous rattle.

Oh, well yes, yeah.

Inasmuch as losing your temper is about transferring that anger to those closest to you.

Will you fart in in the face of the person you love, aren't you?

If you ask the police, they will tell you that most murders are committed by a friend or relative of the victim.

They take place at home, in the office, on public transport, in the jacuzzi.

Are we still talking about murder?

At all my hands up, the last three examples were specifically farting.

Right.

Women don't like to be treated like objects.

But we take objects and treat them like women.

Uh-oh, spaghetti-os.

Right, what did he say?

He said, he said, you know, you're only talking to him because he couldn't see you.

Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies.

Rivers and seas boiling.

40 years of darkness, earthquakes, volcanoes.

The dead rise in from the great.

We sacrifice dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria.

Uh, you know, or as we call it, a, um, what is this Wednesday afternoon edition of TBTL?

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