Just got back from the gym and I’m eating a healthy lunch of homemade split pea soup. While the soup is exceptionally good, there’s nothing special about split pea soup until you take into account the incredible effect it has on my bowels. To the gas I had last night after having said soup the first time around was astounding would be the understatement of the year, and now, here I sit, downing a large bowl of it with four hours left in the work day. Let the good times roll baby!
(I realize I’ve resorted to posting photos of split pea soup and talking about my farts, but come on, you can’t get space muff every day)