When All Logic Grows Cold and All Thinking Gets Done
Friday, June 1, 2007
Trumpet
I was in the men's room today, and out of the second stall came a deafening sound, not unlike a high-pitched note from trumpet as blown by an absolute beginner. In the polite silence that followed, I wondered, "how in the hell do people fart like that?" His ass must be really, really tight.
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