So I have this idea when I'm all snuggled up in bed with my honey, only he's too tired to even pretent to listen (you know that occasional grunt of agreement or recital of the last thing I said, vaguely). Well, to the computer I go. At least someone out here will read this, maybe even respond with something positive, funny or negative via email .

So this idea was actually two ideas morphed from one which morphed from me having gas. Yes, like any average person, I have gas after eating bad tacos. Anyway, enough about my bum...The ideas: 1.) Bottle people's farts, especially the really bad ones, in stink bombs, and unleash them into Afghanistan. 2.) Clean out our sewage systems, botteling that, especially the poop, into a large arsenal of bombs...unleash on the aforementioned country.

OK, I'll admit that they were bad ideas. I'll even admit that they probably should be ignored, and that if I see any of this kind of "warfare" on the news, I will not admit it was my idea and promptly remove this rambling. But that's my point. I think I was talking to him, got a response, said the first idea, got dead silence, said things like "hello? are you dead?" then gave up and went to the internet. No, I'm not kidding. That's how most of this web page stuff hapens: boredom, rejection, creativity (in that order).