Gabe sniffs the Irish Cream flavored milk in the fridge.
"That should still be good" I say through a thunderous fart.
"Wow - but that will not be good!" he says.
"Touche" - I say through a peal of giggles.
"You walked right into that" - he says all smug.
"Yeah well you're about to walk right into THAT" - I say, also smugly.
1 comment:
So, I went ahead and purchased fartbook.com for you.
You still think the Facebook of farts is a winning idea, right? Right?
Right.
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