The truth is.... my farts just aren't so gurgley anymore. It's affected my psychologically more than I anticipated. I used to spend my days in pure bliss feeling those rumbly bumblies in my hip and pelvis, spending hours at a time performing my adaptive breathing measures to encapsulate more fart. How I used to love having my 73 year old mother tuck me into my bed snug as a bug in a rug just to let it rip and shake the headboard.... it all seems so distant now. Sure, she still tucks me in as tight as ever but from this old frogposters point of view, the farts just don't have the same gurgle they used to. I loved those gurgley bastards. I lived for them.