usedto
Lunatic Member
Ok, here's the scenario:
You've been out all afternoon with the boys, drinking beer, eating peanuts, pizza, and chili cheese nachos. You go home, and the wife fixes you a little snack for dinner because you're not really that hungry. She wanders down the hall to take a shower, you grab a glass of wine, maybe a cigar, and plop down in your recliner. Pretty soon, you feel a slight twinge, raise up a little, and pop off a fart. Within moments you're basking in the magnificent bouquet that could only be yours. This passes, but shortly thereafter, you are enveloped by the same unique scent, but this time you haven't farted . Only then do you notice that your dog has snuck up along side your recliner, and the odor was not you, but actually a combination of leftover meatloaf, Gravy Train, and the other half of the dead squirrel you found in the back yard, compliments of the pooch.
The question is - Why hit the dog with the newspaper and run him outside? It was just fine when you thought it was yours!!
You've been out all afternoon with the boys, drinking beer, eating peanuts, pizza, and chili cheese nachos. You go home, and the wife fixes you a little snack for dinner because you're not really that hungry. She wanders down the hall to take a shower, you grab a glass of wine, maybe a cigar, and plop down in your recliner. Pretty soon, you feel a slight twinge, raise up a little, and pop off a fart. Within moments you're basking in the magnificent bouquet that could only be yours. This passes, but shortly thereafter, you are enveloped by the same unique scent, but this time you haven't farted . Only then do you notice that your dog has snuck up along side your recliner, and the odor was not you, but actually a combination of leftover meatloaf, Gravy Train, and the other half of the dead squirrel you found in the back yard, compliments of the pooch.
The question is - Why hit the dog with the newspaper and run him outside? It was just fine when you thought it was yours!!
