When our little brother was a kid, my sister and I would pay him to chug fizzy tonic water. More potent than soda pop for gaseous belching. He could say a sentence in one continuous burp. But you could see he hated the nasty stuff.
In retrospect - it may have been the dry heaves and not simply belching.
Somewhere there exists a cassette tape we recorded him on. He's worried I will play it for his wife.
In retrospect - it may have been the dry heaves and not simply belching.
Somewhere there exists a cassette tape we recorded him on. He's worried I will play it for his wife.
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