I pooted, ok? We were laying in bed, and I pooted. Being the gentleman that I am, I trapped the fart underneath the blankets in a smelly cocoon. My wife, insisting that we need to "air out" the situation, jettisoned the blanket off of our bodies. The smell was direct, pungent, unforgiving, and violent. Personally, I blame the island food.
Anyway, my wife's laughter soon turned to a hurried run to the bathroom. I could hear the gurgling chortles coming from the bathroom as she puked, laughed, and then puked some more.

11/16/2019 11:21:12 AM

isn't this from Chasing Amy?

11/16/2019 1:44:26 PM

What's that?

11/16/2019 9:27:03 PM

She is gonna divorce you for saying "poots" instead of "stinkypoos"

11/16/2019 10:08:20 PM

TWW is a blog.

11/16/2019 10:27:20 PM

[Edited on November 17, 2019 at 6:58 AM. Reason : $$$]

11/17/2019 6:56:50 AM

Isn't this greg fitzsimmons' stand-up?

EMCE should take a hint from 311.

11/18/2019 10:53:01 AM

i too, have pooted under the covers with my lovers.

11/18/2019 10:58:59 AM