My Brother Buk ate WAAAAAAAY too many bar-b-q'd cocktail weiners.
About 20 minutes later, they hit.
He looked at me with a crooked, evil smile and said "This is going to be a great night."
All I could say was "Please, no? What is it that you want? I'll do anything!"
It was about 10 below zero outside and our house wasn't very big.
The first fart was typical; I vomited up my dinner and only had to splash a small amount of cold water on my face to revive.
But an hour later, after the 50th fart or so, I had no hair left on my head and was breathing from a straw through a crack in the window, with most of the skin on my nose and face burned raw.
NOW would you forgive him??
2007-12-09
14:35:21
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