So yesterday I read about this guy and laughed my ass off.
Then last night John and I are in bed and he rolls over and kind of fluffs the covers. OMG the smell!
Me: Did you fart?
Him: No. Did you?
Me: Awhile ago, but there's no way the smell could be that bad.
Him: I think it's coming from under the bed. (Where Riley hangs out)
Me: You think it was the dogs?
Him: Maybe Riley's getting us back for not letting him sleep on the bed.
Me: It smells too bad for it just to be him. He and Reese must have gotten together and did a one, two, three go. It's like a new fart hybrid or something.
There was also some discussion about our own brand, but I forget where. The smell has messed with my memory.
Speaking of farts, someone else posted about them and cracked me up and obviously read the same fart guy story I did. I love that we all have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy!
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