When I was young my bowels would be lulled by the gentile rocking and swaying of a nice car ride. One time on a date I felt the pressing urge to let one rip. I would’ve obliged myself if not for two things. I was on a date with a really hot girl and she was actually willing to go on a date with me. As we pulled into the parking spot at the movies I quickly told her to wait so I could open the door. As my door closed I farted a long loud sounder. Taking my time I strolled around the car waving my arm trying to cut off any stench that could possibly be following me. As I reached inside the now open door I realized my mistake. I was offering her the hand I’d been waving behind me. My beautiful date wrinkled her nose in disgust and I knew with utmost certainty that this would be our first and last date so I did what any jilted suitor would do. I took her to see “Ernest goes to Jail” and laughed obnoxiously the whole flick.
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