I guess I'm getting old...never trust a fart
I sure hope he isn't involved in any shenanigans.
around 5:30pm at the office today and I'm ready to shut it down and go home.. but no..something is amiss
I don't typically get the real call of nature at closing time since I'm normally regular every morning before my shower but today is different... was it the pulled pork and pintos at the BBQ pit? who knows but I rush off to the men's room to take care of bidness...
I sit down and let out the loudest 3 trumpet most bodacias fart in my entire 50 years of existence.. I was dissapointed there was no one else in the bathroom to hear the masterpiece...I was alone and not able to share it with others... bummer...
after 30-45 seconds of sitting there and enjoying the relief of no longer having that trapped gas in my system, I decide to pull up my underwear and pants and end my day at the office....but before I did, I thought maybe I need a little insurance.... thank God I did...
and thank God for toilet paper...
never trust a fart... especially once you hit the 50 yr milestone...