I’ve posted this before, and I will post it again: You CAN smell a fart on a plane. And it’s even worse on a plane than on the ground. On a plane you have no where to run, and you can’t open a window to air out the funk. It’s
funk
Cherry Poops
I retract my previous victory statement. The cherries are still winning. Throughout the day I’ve had a sour stomach. I knew it was the gas from the cherries, but it was only a mild discomfort. Thirty minutes ago I just finished a three mile run. During the run I started
Funky Fresh
Oh, man.. or more like oh, woman. I was washing my hands in the office bathroom when a coworker walked in and used the stall adjacent to the sink. As soon as she dropped trou, an unbearable fishy stench filled the area. I wonder if she knew I could smell
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