So I’m hard at work today, sitting at my desk, when I notice a smell…
I get up and walk further into my shared office, and my boss, all the way at the other end of the room, had cut a really bad one.
Now, he actually cut it on the other side of the office complex, and it followed him down the hall, past the receptionist, took a right turn, and followed him all the way back to his desk.
Needless to say, the other two guys and I barely escaped the room on time, and we dashed for the kitchen, where we proceeded to make many jokes, and I was laughing so hard, I was tearing up.
I realized, no matter how mature, how old, how posh, appropriate, gentlemanly etc etc I ever get, some things never change. Farts are funny. I mean, it was worse than a biohazard area in there!
It felt good to laugh that hard.
Try it sometime.
Oh, and ladies, if you didn’t hear my latest podcast, do us all a favor, and look around you. If there’s another woman there, kiss her. It doesn’t matter if there’s a man gawking at you or not. Spread the love, we’ll feel it in the fabric of the universe.