Friday, February 8, 2019

Story of a Moment

The dog was lying in the kitchen where I was eating my breakfast. I stood up to move. The dog looked up to see what I was doing. I emitted an extremely dainty, rather lacy, teeny-tiny amount of gas (yes, I farted, or more delicately, tooted). The dog did a second take. What?


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