GAS GAS GAS

I can handle SF popcicles & fudgecicles, no problem.  But Brian likes to stop at Braums when we go for a bike ride, and I've concluded that it's just not good smarts to have even half a kids' scoop of the Carb Crap there.  It gives me bubble gut every time.

And Deb, I giggle every time I see the thread title.  When Brian was living in the dorms the guys would run down the hall ripping huge farts, shouting, "GAS GAS GAS!!!" like they were under attack.  Yes, these are the brave souls protecting our country...