I had gas today and it was hilarious. I was in tears and so was Cheryl but her tears were different than my tears. I had just opened the sliding glass door before I gave flight to that little black butterfly. By the time it reached her I had already gotten clear of the foul wake. When the smell hit, her head snapped toward the slider and she said, "I smell something putrid!" I didn't say anything but as she went on trying to describe the smell I think she used the word 'rotten' and I started chuckling. Then she put it together, "was that you ?!?"
She was slow coming to that realization because I normally don't do stuff like that. This time was an accident. Considering the comedic value I think I might make it a regular part of my act.
