Gaping Gases.

The Mens Wearhouse commercial man always intrigues me. For some reason, I strongly feel he should do Pepto Bismol ads. That deep baritone voice can work wonders on violently flickering belly muscles and provide directed, propulsive, exit strategies to angry trapped gases trying to whistle out through pouting belly buttons. Time to reach for some hickory sauce.

You're gonna like the way you poop, I guarantee it. [Prolonged, comforting flatulent melody]

A fine example of Existentialism in Urdu Poetry.

"न था कुछ तो खुदा था, कुछ न होता तो खुदा होता
डुबोया मुझको होने ने, न होता में तो क्या होता?"

Na tha kuch to Khuda tha, kuch na hota to Khuda hota
Duboya mujh ko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota

"When there was nothing, there was God; even if nothing existed, God would still be. I was destroyed because I existed; how would it have mattered if I did not exist."

Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan Ghalib