Blah, blah, blah, fart

Yeah, I snuck the word fart into the title. I'm at a total loss for blog topics and viewership is slightly down, so I thought I'd take a page from the book of SUAR and tell you one of my most embarrassing fart moments. This post will no doubt shame my father.

Enjoy

1. It was the tenth grade. The fifty members of my sophomore class were divided into three groups of quiet, pencils ready, TAAS test takers. It's a state assessment test. A good friend of mine, Elaine, was sitting directly in front of me. I had barely been able to sign my name to the testing packet when it happened. It was loud, very loud, and it was shocking especially to me. I never even saw it coming. Elaine's head snapped toward me, her eyes wide open like somebody had stomped on her cat. I immediately went into damage control. What is the first thing to take the fall for a fart noise? That's right, your shoe. But Elaine wasn't buying it. Mostly because I was wearing a pair of Old Navy foam flops. When I saw that that excuse wasn't going to fly, I actually tried to turn the fart back on to her. "Was that you?" I asked desperately. She didn't even dignify it with answer. The look on her face was enough to finally break me. I accepted responsibility for what I had done and we spent the next 10 to 15 minutes unable to suppress our inappropriate, test interrupting laughter.

Got any fart stories that you want to share? Probably not. Wanna laugh at/with me? Go ahead.