Me and the midget
This happened three weeks ago: I went to a football game with a friend of mine, and as always we stopped to have a beer at the gas station on our way to the stadium. We were standing there chatting, when suddenly I felt the urge to get rid of my intestinal gas due to some onion soup I had for lunch. Unfortunately and unnoticed by your humble narrator, a midget walked by behind me this very moment, and I farted right in his face. He looked at me with an expression of disgust and humiliation on his little face and went away without saying a word. We had quite a laugh and it made the boring nil-nil my team delivered that day to one of my most memorable football afternoons. To hell with me.
(Dull S. Dishwater, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 15:44, 1 reply)

That happens to me
so often I sneak one out to find an upset toddler in a push chair behind me.

I think it is only just as I have to spend all day in a room full of 10 year olds. Hell they stink after lunch.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Fri 12 Dec 2008, 18:50, closed)