Yesterday, when I was out for a "beer" with my coworkers, I felt the bench--which hosted the rear end of a dignified coworker and of me--vibrate. I thought, perhaps that was a phone, but perhaps it was a fart.
The vibration stopped and then started again.
By the third vibration I was pretty sure it was a phone, which reasoning was confirmed when my dignified coworker pulled out his iphone.
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The fart would've made for a waaaay better story. Sorry.
you're right. farts are always better than non-farts. dang.
Like today, my client was farting throughout the whole session. I WAS DYING inside. I'll have to blog about it.
That post wasn't really about a fart.
I don't understand why farting is so embarrassing. Everyone does it.
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