Rocket Fuel

Yesterday I finally got to taste a dessert my cameraman been bragging about for as long as I've known him; Thomas’ Pitted Prunes Soufflé.


It was fluffy, fantastic and fiercely tasty for sure but it showed to come with a side effect. This morning my noble end turned into a rocket fuel-filled jet engine, and I farted myself all the way up Runyon Canyon - and down.

Runyon Canyon this morning - before the Tony-take off...

People lengthened their stride. Dogs ran amok. Hovering Hummingbirds dropped dead and rattlesnakes went into hibernation - all only as this Scandinavian Space Shuttle pos by.

For all the lives I’ve ruined this morning: I’m truly sorry. Even if that’s not much of a comfort, today I know what it felt like to be the Hindenburg.


Thomas Pitted Prunes Soufflé - deadly delicious and comes without any known side effect.

But a major "back one".

// T.