For those of you who don't know me, I can't burp. I can't make myself burp, and I max out annually at about 10 burps a year (and that's being fairly generous).

Last night, while I could feel probably my third burp of the year welling up from deep inside me, I suddenly wished that I carried a gong so that when it finally took place, I could strike it loudly and listen to it resound in celebration.

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