Thursday, May 01, 2008

I'm Just Wondering...

Why is it that I let out the world's most ginormous fart right when someone walks into the office bathroom?

Is that a way for my ass to mark its territory, to let the other ass know "I'm in here, and I'm not done, get the hell out?"

Because nothing says "Welcome! Make yourself at home!" like toxic fumes caused by a taco salad.

Love,

Catwoman.

14 comments:

Jenn said...

If a pregnant woman can't let loose in the bathroom, where the heck can she??

I say You Go, Girl!

Burgh Baby's Mom said...

Like I said, I don't ever want to follow you never ever again.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Did you read my blog today? You just exposed that poor person to their entire days worth of ANAL GASSES in one fell farting swoop!

Hallie

Karen said...

It's too bad you can't even pull your feet up to try to hide your identity, what with the pregnant belly and all.

Bren said...

I promise to never enter a restroom after you.

Ms. Porter said...

was it silent but deadly or loud and proud? btw, look how cute your baby looks....if you could see her/him??? i love it 'i'm developing my vocal cords for all that screaming i'll be doing in the middle of the night' hey only 185 days to go!

LaskiGal said...

Just read you at AFF and had to hop over to see if you were for real. YOU ARE!!! Personally, bathrooms are where farts go to chill. So, tough luck for those who happen to walk right into the noxious fumes . . .

squishytushy said...

Farts, burps, all bodily function sounds... really? they just make me laugh. Except when one slips out when I'm having a massage.

Ummm... not that that's ever happened.

Stephanie said...

Just pick up your feet so you can't later be identified by your shoes. I'd also blame the pregnancy. Use whatever you can...

Haha - too funny though! Oh, and loved the post on AFF's site!!

Julie said...

Sounds like you and your ass need to have a chat!

Becca said...

ha, i always do that then lift my feet so they can;t see who it was.

Blue Momma said...

On a similar note, when I picked Punkin up from MDO the other day the teacher said I must be feeding him butterbeans because he had been bombing them all day!

I guess the thing to do is wait about 15 years, dump the hubby's, then I marry Little Man and you marry Punkin. I think it's meant to be!

(that was NOT meant to be creepy)

Shamelessly Sassy said...

hahah! hilarious!

A's Mom said...

Ok, I know I'm behind (hehe get it??) on getting caught up... but that was the best laugh I have had all month... and last month too since May just started. Thanks!