Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I Let One Rip at the Corner Market...

...while some girl was standing behind me. I thought I was alone and the aisle was empty. But she suddenly appeared right behind me. Of course she heard it. So I grabbed my pretzels, paid at the register and got the hell out of there.

Am I proud of this? No. And I'm not sure why I'm telling you except that I have nothing else to blog about today.

But maybe I did her a favor -- Maybe she had nothing to blog about today and now she does. Maybe this is actually a win-win for both of us.*



* And by "win-win" I of course mean not really a win for anybody.

6 comments:

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

HILARIOUS! I still laugh at fart jokes. "Farts are fun. They're shit w/out the mess" (George Carlin).

kathyg said...

have i told you lately that i love you?

classyandfancy said...

She sounds like a sidler. If only she had a box of tic tacs in her pocket, then you would have know she was around. Then you could have waited and it would have been a total win for you and your intestines!

darci said...

holy crap I love you. saying the beautiful and liberating phrase "i have no pride," is one thing. demonstrating it is a whole other vein of glory.

Rich said...

I am a proud, proud boyfriend! Nothing better to tickle one's fancy then a good old ill placed fart. Nearly as funny as the "Fiddler Who Couldn't Fiddle"!

Anonymous said...

I totally did the same thing last week except in front of my neighbour. I am hoping he thought it was the door squeaking as I can't escape seeing him occasionally