I rode the 5:20 home tonight - alone - Jill didn't show up today and Uncle was AWOL.
Dude next to me belched at one point and I not only smelled what he had for lunch but also tasted it, too, because I had just finished yawning when he expunged his stomach gases.
Needless to say, any hunger pains I had instantly vanished.
Even more cringe-worthy was that he noticed the look of disgust I made, so he mumbled a "sorry".
Awkward.
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Maybe you can explain this birthday card I saw yesterday featuring one of those Red Neck comedians: It's better to burp and taste it than fart and waste it."
sorry, I got the 5:10
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