Separate, they are two of my closet friends. Together, they are the ultimate Italian power combo with fries. They work so well that we often like to narrate what we're convinced are future dinner table scenarios. We take our roles seriously and talk really loudly and say things like AUS, FEED THA KIDS. THA KIDS AH HUNGRY, AUS. SHUT UP, AUS AND FEED THA KIDS.
Recently Gassy (we'll call her Gassy for the purpose of this blog post because
On this particular night not very long ago, Gassy was suffering from a horrible case of
While waiting in a crowded line together at their local Blockbuster, Gassy accidentally let
As the surrounding area rapidly filled with Eau de Nasty and everyone in line took one giant step away from the source, Gassy turned to Boyfriend, eyes wide and filled with mortification that only a fart of this magnitude could produce.
Boyfriend took a breath, stood a little bit taller, and loudly announced, "excuse me."
If that's not true love, then I've been farting up the wrong tree. Tweet