A capital P.U.

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m UP (spelled with a capital P.U.!).

Why, you may ask?

This is the culprit

FWD

Dad made the doggies an extra special treat tonight.  This beautiful puppy had chosen to lay next to me with her derrière a foot from my nose.  The gas that came out of her @$$ smelled like rotten eggs mixed with the corpse of a constipated skunk.

Forgive me if I’m not in the greatest of moods after enduring asphyxiation by death.