Last night, after 5 years of marriage and 9 years together, I did the unthinkable.
During a moment of innocent teasing, I managed to find myself trapped in the kitchen with the husband manning the door, ready to pounce.
He taunted me. "What are you going to do now?"
And without thinking, I turned around, shoved my ass in the air, and farted.
5 comments:
No, you didn't! Oh my gosh! What did he do? You are so nasty!
I know! I'm disgusting. It just kind of happened. I mean, this is coming from the girl who refuses to pee with the door open!
Logic was as startled by it as I was. Only while my surprise turned into tears of laughter, his turned into disgust and he left the room.
Guess all I need to do is fart if I want him to leave me alone.
And now we all know! BTW--I still use the bathroom in private after all these years--nothing wrong with tha.
That's hilarious! I could have told you to do this a long time ago.
Glad I'm not the only one. I like to keep things a *little* mysterious.
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