I don’t like to talk about flatulence, passing gas, farting, whatever you want to call it. I don’t think it’s a topic for polite company, and I could go the rest of my life without ever hearing a single fart joke.
But something must be said about Señor’s special powers.
Señor’s flatulence is like a chemical weapon. [...]
Damn that Señor. He always gets the best of me. Observe a conversation we had the other day:
Me: You shouldn’t have said that to my mom.
Señor: What?
Me: That I know the location of every liquor store in Atlanta.
Señor: But it’s true.
Me: It’s not!
Señor: Come on. I was kidding. She knows I was kidding. It’s not [...]
I’ve found the core of the difference between my husband and I, illustrated perfectly by one incident: a call to customer service.
You see, our evil phone carrier – T-Mobile you suck! – decided that I had signed up for their auto pay when I actually had not. Of if I had, then by God it [...]
