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Monday, December 27, 2010

Butt Odor

It has recently been brought to my attention that I talk about my Dad as if he is the coolest man on earth.

When I was younger he would come in my bedroom, walk around for a few seconds, fart and then leave. I didnt realize that he farted until he was gone and I couldn't open my bedroom door because he was on the other side holding it shut. I was doomed to bask in his butt odor.




This is Tim.

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