No Lentil Beans Before Bedtime Unless Blast Off One

No lentil beans before bedtime unless... (alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence) Ya wanna count bajillion sheep, but tween gluteus maximus powerful natural gas explosions during sleep (ass suspected source) – courtesy missus she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap sinister been off fish shunt ploy spouse I may no longer keep, cuz dream house went up in flames reduced to ashes smoldering (Uriah hit) heap an feeble attempt made to extinguish courtesy urination which suddenly found me awoke moments ago groggily awakened out deep slumber out requisite snooze, cuz I bean dog tired exhausted fuel driving one clunky body electric jeep wee hours way after midnight night owl in case ya give fig yore hot heave hoot blasted tremendously nonstop rendering air to smell foul while my little chickadee evinced similar disposition, she too did pepper her muttering with expletives, and did growl snarling evidenced yours truly espied scowl unrepentant and threatened to apply dowel well, I need not specify, "a" specific vowel one cheeky spouse, would find yours truly to howl no pretty picture me bean while slowly turning unnatural green, henceforth rushed to emergency room whereby team of alien specialists, who casually did primp and preen mistaking convincingly verdant colored hue man as martian ready for Halloween, and said practitioners loathe to intervene reckoning yours truly - with other worldly mien,