Who Dood It?
There was an unmistakable stench of shit in the air at the 7 Eleven this morning. Not right away, but as I rounded the corner to the fridges. Phooo-eee!
A young lady was hovering in the aisle right next to the fridge. She looked at me as if I were to blame for fouling the air back there. Well it wasn't me! I just got here. Don't try to give me that "girls don't fart" crap.
With a wrinkled nose I got my milk, smiled at her, and high tailed it out of there. We met again at the check stand and I gave her that "I know damned well who did it and you got caught" look.
So next time sweetheart, don't chance it. Take your shit at home before wandering out in public.
A young lady was hovering in the aisle right next to the fridge. She looked at me as if I were to blame for fouling the air back there. Well it wasn't me! I just got here. Don't try to give me that "girls don't fart" crap.
With a wrinkled nose I got my milk, smiled at her, and high tailed it out of there. We met again at the check stand and I gave her that "I know damned well who did it and you got caught" look.
So next time sweetheart, don't chance it. Take your shit at home before wandering out in public.
posted by Salsguy at
8:31 PM
4 Comments:
She's got stinky britches.
By
Buzzy Coltrane, at 11:46 AM
Umm, excuse me but girls don't fart! ;)
Chana
www.bunnyburrow.com
By
Anonymous, at 12:06 PM
Charlene has also corrected me. As she says, "We just add a little perfume to the air, but you may not appreciate its sweet scent"
By
Salsguy, at 12:34 PM
Uh, they fart, all right. They're just not proud of it like guys are.
By
Kevin, at 8:12 PM
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