Did you ever wonder if anger management classes really work? The courts are constantly hurling these classes at offenders and without a great deal of success. What if anger carried its own consequences? In this book it does just that. Whenever tempted to get nasty and take it out on another, this perpetrator farts. He farts long an loud, soft and low, or in spurts. Machine gun fire. Rhythmic. Rumbling. Long. Short. You name it and this offender farts it. With help from an angel named Ralph the problem is addressed in a most hilarious manner!
excerpt: Then,,,,,the large intestine went into screaming spasms and I doubled up on the icy tile floor and broke the sound barrier with a fart that would have made the Navy Seals clear the water in terror. I muttered expletives to myself and as if in retaliation my colon kicked into high gear and I rapidly assumed the position on the toilet. As my bowels kicked into third gear, I began to pray. “Dear God. I know that I haven't talked to you much lately, but if you will just let me live through this, I will do anything....ANYTHING!” I doubled over again, gaseous percussions resounding against the porcelain. ( I know that is how they got cracked!)
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