HE FARTED AT THE DINNER TABLE, FOLKS.
I could only be referring to Elvis, the 8-year-old, lesbian, nephew.
Yep. He farted. In a restaurant. With the waitress standing right there. There's no way she didn't know what happened, unless she was blind, deaf, and totally missing her sense of smell.
Myra asked him politely if he needed to go to the restroom. I'd say, it was a little late to ask, judging from the hovering stench.
This is the second time in about 2 days that he got in trouble for farting. Remember, you can get fired from your job for farting in Sweden, or was it Switzerland... I posted something about that awhile back.
I think our particular airway polluting offender is going to be beaten with a stick in the near future for this sort of transgression.
I'm at work... needed to share.
The DSL was out again last night and this morning. I refuse to even bitch about it on here again.
This weekend, we'll be on Roadrunner! No more Bellsouth. Those internet access depriving bastards!!