I AM CONFUSED THE FRED TITLE IS CAPLOCKED!!

I was caplocked once.  I was wandering around backstage, messing with stuff, when I put on a magician's hat.  It slipped down past my shoulders and kept on going until it hit the floor.  I tried to pick up one end to crawl back out, but I couldn't lift it.  A light flared in the darkness and I saw a very angry rabbit holding a small flashlight.
 
I don't want to talk about the rest of that encounter.  I'll just say that bunnies are not as cute as you might think.  Anyway, once I regained consciousness, Boomer (the bunny) put me to work as his stand in.  At some point, the hat had been flipped upside down.  I could look up and see bright light in the distance.  Boomer motioned to me to be quiet and I felt a hand grab me by the neck and pull me up towards the light.  To my surprise, my head popped out of the hat and I saw a startled magician standing next to me with his hand on the back of my neck.  The crowd cheered and then he stuffed me back inside.
 
I got used to it after a while.  We'd do two or three shows a day.  He'd pull me out, I'd scream for help, and he'd shove a carrot in my mouth to shut me up.  The audience loved it.  When he'd push me back inside the hat, Boomer would be there, waiting for me to hand over the carrot.
 
Unfortunately, the hat was stolen by a snowman and I lost the gig.  Boomer was arrested on some outstanding warrants.  He served a few months in the pen before tunneling out.  He still keeps in touch to let me know that I owe him more carrots.  As soon as I find work with another magician, I'll let him know.
 
Anyway, what were we talking about?

Fixed.  

Somewhere a bottle of soda is saying, "Do not get me started on being caps locked!"

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I was caplocked once.  I was wandering around backstage, messing with stuff, when I put on a magician's hat.  It slipped down past my shoulders and kept on going until it hit the floor.  I tried to pick up one end to crawl back out, but I couldn't lift it.  A light flared in the darkness and I saw a very angry rabbit holding a small flashlight.
 
I don't want to talk about the rest of that encounter.  I'll just say that bunnies are not as cute as you might think.  Anyway, once I regained consciousness, Boomer (the bunny) put me to work as his stand in.  At some point, the hat had been flipped upside down.  I could look up and see bright light in the distance.  Boomer motioned to me to be quiet and I felt a hand grab me by the neck and pull me up towards the light.  To my surprise, my head popped out of the hat and I saw a startled magician standing next to me with his hand on the back of my neck.  The crowd cheered and then he stuffed me back inside.
 
I got used to it after a while.  We'd do two or three shows a day.  He'd pull me out, I'd scream for help, and he'd shove a carrot in my mouth to shut me up.  The audience loved it.  When he'd push me back inside the hat, Boomer would be there, waiting for me to hand over the carrot.
 
Unfortunately, the hat was stolen by a snowman and I lost the gig.  Boomer was arrested on some outstanding warrants.  He served a few months in the pen before tunneling out.  He still keeps in touch to let me know that I owe him more carrots.  As soon as I find work with another magician, I'll let him know.
 
Anyway, what were we talking about?

Flatulence?

 fORGET FLATULENCE i'M ABOUT TO WET MY BREECHES.