P has an excuse she after all is getting Chemo.  I on the other hand seem to be suffering Chemo Covade, or else, just disgusting man syndrome.  Dueling Bugle butts have our pre-adolescent in giggles and our girl-teen completely disgusted — which just may be a symptom of girl-teen.  The toots range from Moose bugles to Goose calls on a foggy morning, and some just squeak and chirp, rarely do SBD’s slide out.  I’m remined of Ludo in “Labyrinth” trudging in the bog of eternal stench; “Smell Bad!”   Walking through a room one can slide into a pocket of odiferousness; wafting and lingering, or perhaps malingering, at any moment.  Farts are funny mostly and since both P and I are feeling low at least we are able to giggle about this mild ignominy.