I know it's gross, but I passed gas the other day. In the bathroom. In front of Ramona.
She said, "Your fart just said 'God'. Farts say things and I hear them. Like 'roar'."
"Wow," I said, because there wasn't much else to say.
"Only grown up farts say things. Kids' farts don't," she continued, "Well, they do, but they are too low [to the ground] for me to hear what they are saying."
I wonder if she talks to angels too.
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