I had a dream last night where mum was telling me that my farts stunk really bad and that they were smelling up the house...in the dream i am home from india...well i woke up that morning and sure enough i had to leave the tent i am sleeping in to write this note...because the tent smelled like farts...really bad farts too...from me...i mean i did have a bit of a stomach ache last night...this mountain food is really hardy...it takes a bit to digest...i mean is it my fault...no one told me about the farts...i wonder how long it will take to air out my tent...i can't help think about the next set of guests to stay here...i am out of here...
and the farts continued...in nako they were really bad...i mean like 40 large farts in a row...it's getting worse night by night...no joke...ok it's funny...i don't mean for it to be though...well maybe i do...butt seriously my ass feels like the fog horn on the titanic...i kept peering over my blanket looking for icebergs...the walls were shaking...i think i heard the local villagers talking about warning signs for earth quakes...the people in the next room were banging on the walls telling me to keep it down...i couldn't help it...my stomach was swollen like a beach ball...i couldn't move to tell them...hey there's no party over here...i have the farts...i guess they were upset that i didn't invite them to the party...what a party that would have been...the air is already quite thin up here...it's morning now the air is still so thick with fart...i can barely read what i have written here...i think that i will move on to the next town...
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