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.