The bit below appeared on our local online NextDoor earlier this week. Happy Friday.
by Jason Carter
You farted in the grocery store yesterday. You were the thick brunette with the furry boots who farted in the bread section last night. I was the light brown hair with the dad body next to you who asked, “Was that you?” You quickly responded, “No it wasn’t me!” And seemed annoyed that I asked. As the stink grew & permeated my mask you continued to deny it, but it was totally you. I tried to get rid of the stink by waving two loaves of Italian bread around. You stormed off with an attitude. You are beautiful and even if you are a liar and fart like a man… it is great weather & I’d love to meet up.
Daughter of Circe 