I will not name names

I just got a text message that read "I just sharted for the first time in my life"

Of course, my reply is simple to infer "TMI! I'm eating over here!"

The reply to the reply..."Twas a short shart"

Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Comments

C-C-C-Corn Dog said…
From the movie Along Came Polly. Sandy Lyle is Philip Seymour Hoffman (genius) and Reuben is Ben Stiller.

Sandy Lyle: Reuben, I'm in a situation here. We have to leave now.
Reuben Feffer: No. Can we stay a couple more minutes?
Sandy Lyle: Dude, no. This is serious. I just sharted.
Reuben Feffer: I don't know what that means.
Sandy Lyle: I tried to fart and a little shit came out. I just sharted. Now let's go.
Reuben Feffer: You're the most disgusting person I've ever met in my life.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
JP said…
I wish you hadn't explained. My innocent English mind was pulling up all sorts of images of what you crazy yanks get up to and they were far more entertaining than your mates sh*tting themselves!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
C-C-C-Corn Dog said…
Innocent English mind? I believe that is what we'd call an oxymoron. You'll not fool anyone here with that rubbish! I've heard some of those football chants - and not the lily-livered one you posted previously either.
Friday, August 25, 2006
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
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