I think it's safe to say I don't need this in my adult life.
Becky gave it to me. It was either a gag in with my Christmas or birthday present, I don't remember which, and I never opened it. I don't know if it smelled like farts or not. I hope so.
I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to end this post and make this witty and funny and a little about personal growth or at least about moving on or making fun of my old self or having a pleasant walk down memory lane, but I can't stop thinking about how hilarious farting is. I can't BELIEVE I never opened this. I think farts are hysterical and I don't care who knows. I'm mad I threw this out. Reformed Hoarder's remorse!
pffffft.
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