Scene: We're in bed and an unidentified rumbling noise comes from under the sheets on Martin's side.
Me: Did you just fart?
Martin: No. It was my stomach.
Me: Oh. It sounded like a fart.
a few seconds pass and Martin then lifts the blanket up over not my head but his own head. Seriously toxic gas is released.
Me: Ugh! I thought you said you didn't fart?!
Martin: Well. I wasn't really sure if it was that bad.
Me: Why did you just Dutch Oven yourself??
Martin: I'm not sure. I felt like I should take pride in it. I just didn't realize it was going to be so bad.
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