"The trick is not minding that it hurts."

"The trick is not minding that it hurts."

Yeah.And to make it look easy,effortless,painless!But it's not.And it does hurt...a lot!A whole freaking lot!She ripped the note and tossed it in the bin across the street

from this side of the street. I was like, "Wow! Nothing but net!" Because, it was an amazing shot. A paper ball, arching over 4 lanes of traffic and then landing in the bin across

the street. I was destined to be the next Michael Jordan. LaBron has nothing on me! I lived next to the dumpster on Downing. Getting noticed by the NBA was going to be no easy

task. Nevertheless, I put my heart and soul into everything I did and suddenly, the NBA was in reach. All my hard work and dedication was paying off. Then, the unthinkable happened

The Times ran a piece that touched on why, as much as NBA coveted me, players don't want me in their mix. The concern was my medical condition which caused me to fart constantly.

putrid cloud of stench have been spotted out on the plains, their campfires flaring up impressively with each gust. Outcast from society, the flatulent families flaunt their

fetid swampy contributions to global warming, & to just these unapologetic caldron bottoms, Wenzel Crumpet went to hawk his fart suppressor,a dangerous undertaking. Flammable gases

From 2013 were still there in the original outbuildings. Wenzel Crumpet needed the cows for milk but sent the Fart Queen to milk them. He could no longer tolerate the odour!