Yes, Virginia, there is a God.
My heinous cavemate just farted, and then grunted. The pleasant cavemate had to leave the room to keep from dying laughing and has left me here to maintain a straight face and answer phones. I think I just gave myself a hernia. I'm certain I just bit my tongue in half.
My work here is done.





The pleasant cavemate & I are in perfect agreement that it was the grunting that took it to the next level.
Thank GOD the funny outweighs the gross or this could totally be the last straw.
-- by
Space Kitty, at
6/27/2005 4:05 PM