OK, so I'm not up to posting today...

...well, not anything worth much beyond an, uhm, passing... thought. But it's a real gas. So I have this idea for a story. Maybe someone can flesh it out. Not me. I have no ear for dialog, plot or descriptive narative. So, here's the thing: there's this guy with neverending, really killer flatus. It's causing real hell in his everyday life, has driven him into hermitage, complete isolation. Sitting, sleeping, driving. It never stops. I even have a title for the story: The Wind in the Pillows. Knock yourselves out.