The fart heard next door
James' uncle is staying with us for a few days before those two head off to Chicago. We've never had company before because, well, we just moved in.
Sometime before seven this morning, I heard a distant fart.
I said to James, "Was that Mike?"
James said nothing because he was thinking, "Obviously."
Mike answered my question, "Yes."
Pause.
I don't even know how to respond to this situation, especially since I was giggling.
Mike says, "Good Morning."
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Listening to: the dishwasher
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At least he didn't hear you having sex.
that could be one of the funniest things i've read on your site. . . and trust me, you make me laugh often. seriously a lot. for real, dude.
It could have been the dog....Maggie farts so often and loud it wakes her up from a dead sleep. :)
Oh my god. That's hysterical!
Too funny. Apparently your new house has thin walls. Note to self for later :)
Who isn't a little gassy in the morning? Although, I've always been labeled as "the gassy one". I have a nickname that Jake has given me and I would be mortified if he ever used it in public.
At least he claimed it!