Fart Machines

I have recently tricked the system and now have an ad for fart machines.

I don't need to buy a machine as I have two homegrown machines that compete with each other at the worse times.

Last night - J got a call from someone I will fittingly call the AH. It never fails when the AH calls to start some drama. Well, after she got off the phone with the AH I told her to come and sit on the couch with me and HB. We watched Gotti - then we ate cookies and milk (they always make you feel better). After the show HB said he wanted to retire for the evening but J and I still wanted to watch TV. So we all piled into the family bed. Well - we are by no means a petite crowd - so needless to say it was a little cramped. But J was laughing so that made it all worth it.

So while we were watching Airplane (a reality show that follows Southwest Employees around) the two of them start expelling gas. Sadly - I am in the middle and trapped!!! Its a dutch oven times 10!!!

The bed is shaking from giggles and the air unbreathable - there is no where to run. There is also the knowledge that if you try to make a break for it - you will get pulled down by the booby-trap blanket that gets thrown over your head forcing you to smell the stank even more.

So - I don't need no stinkin' fart machine. I have my own!