Saturday, July 9, 2011

I Shouldn’t Be Proud of This Butt…..

He who smelt it dealt it.
I shouldn’t be proud of this…..but I am…..We went to B-Dubs (Buffalo Wild Wings for those of you unfamiliar with the name) for lunch. After partaking in some sauced-up wing-alicious goodness we went to run some weekend errands. It was 90+ degrees outside so we were trying to stay cool in air conditioned places. Just before arriving at our first shopping destination I farted. It was quiet so the rest of the family didn’t notice and there was no odor, so I thought, then “BAM!” the stench started smacking all of us across the face. We jumped out of the car and went into the store. We shopped around for 45 minutes or so and returned to the Dad’s stink mobile. I unlocked the car doors and the kids jumped in as my wife and I loaded our purchases into the car. We jumped into the car and from the backseat I heard my almost 3 year-old daughter ask “Daddy, why does it smell like eggs in here?” My wife just rolled her eyes and I laughed a big belly laugh. The stench didn’t clear out, it just baked for a while as we shopped. Just remember, if you fart in a hot car, roll down the windows. Otherwise things will just cook and simmer and the smell just won’t go away. I shouldn’t be proud of this…..but I am.

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