he should write books…
So there we are, dead silence, standing in a crowd of people, and papa lets one rip.
And I ain’t talkin’ a quiet little crop-dusting, neither. This thing had some POWER.
Totally gross, right? I know.
But wait, I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. Yeah yeah hold up, it gets better:
So this little lady standing next to us is trying to light her cigarette, okay, but she can’t keep the flame from going out with all the wind and everything. So what does she do?
She turns in toward the middle of all of us, hunches over, and I kid you not … right as papa lets the big goose out…
…let’s just say she won’t need to bleach her mustache anymore.