an important step

She farted in bed today. A real cheekslapper of a fart. It just snuck out like it had found some little crevice deep within and was waiting for the perfect moment to make a run for it.

I guess it considered her talking to her dad on the phone the perfect moment, cause that's when it happened.

But it's okay.

Yesterday on the futon I farted, too.

Now she can't hold that shit against me.

November 23, 2001 | 10:57 a.m.

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