h/t
You were the tall brunette with the near perfect body that farted in the
bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you that looked
over and asked, "Was that you?" You quickly replied "No ... Wasn't me!"
You almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew you continued
to deny your flatulence, but it was evident. I tried to get rid of the stench by waving 2 loafs of ciabatta bread. You proceeded to storm
off in an angry manner. You are beautiful and even if you are a liar
and fart like a Clydesdale, I'd love to meet up sometime!
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