Fart Story
It was a long time ago. We were in the 9th grade and had English class in an isolated corner in the cafeteria due to a lack of classrooms. Our teacher was very strict and looked like -- well, picture Janet Reno only uglier, older, fatter and meaner. Anyway, one spring afternoon, she was late getting to class and, of course, we were a little boisterous. When she walked around the corner, it got so quiet you could hear the cockroaches making out in the kitchen.
She started to sit down and all of a sudden, her dress began to vibrate. A split second later, my ears were assulted by what sounded like two slimy hunks of rump roast slapping together. Well, my reaction was instantaneous, involuntary and perfectly normal. I howled! Only one other guy laughed with me.
Her jowls stiffened as she stared me down. I quickly regained my outward composure (although, I was still chortling to myself) but it was too late. The damage had been done.
I tried explaining to my parents why my English grade went from a B to an F but they weren't buying it. When I refused to change my story, my Dad tanned my butt. I think he believed me though, because I didn't have to drop trou and he didn't whack me very hard. I didn't blame him --, my Mother was insisting I be disciplined and faced with the choice of a cold bed or my hot butt, well...
Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! :{