winkers
<font color=blue>I was stuck in that position and
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since we're on the dookie in the pants subject......
for the record, I'd like it stated that it wasn't me who started this whole subject......
I was around 7 and had been shopping with my grandma. I love her dearly, but that woman had gass more than any one I've ever met. I mean, it was bad, her steps were usualy punctuated with a toot. seriously. that. bad.
all the cousins used to have fun imitating her distinct sound...you won if you get make everyone else laugh.
It's still a joke in our family.
So, this one day on our way back from town, Grandma was making a few more noises than usual...they sounded pretty juicy.
As soon as we pulled into the drive way, she hopped out of the car and started running to the house as she called directions over her shoulder for my sister and I to bring the groceries in.
Her running was funny enough, because as she put it she was the original "weeble". She also never wore underwear and wore polyester pant suit things she made for herself that had very wide legs.
I remember looking at my sister wondering what bee had got in Grandma's bonnet.
As we started to walk up the sidewalk we noticed little brown "plops" about every foot. It looked like she had a hershey kiss maker in her pants that went haywire.
we followed the hershey kiss trail into the house, down the hall, into the bedroom and to the bathroom door. I do believe that was the first time I ever laughed so hard I cried.
for the record, I'd like it stated that it wasn't me who started this whole subject......
I was around 7 and had been shopping with my grandma. I love her dearly, but that woman had gass more than any one I've ever met. I mean, it was bad, her steps were usualy punctuated with a toot. seriously. that. bad.
all the cousins used to have fun imitating her distinct sound...you won if you get make everyone else laugh.
It's still a joke in our family.
So, this one day on our way back from town, Grandma was making a few more noises than usual...they sounded pretty juicy.
As soon as we pulled into the drive way, she hopped out of the car and started running to the house as she called directions over her shoulder for my sister and I to bring the groceries in.
Her running was funny enough, because as she put it she was the original "weeble". She also never wore underwear and wore polyester pant suit things she made for herself that had very wide legs.
I remember looking at my sister wondering what bee had got in Grandma's bonnet.
As we started to walk up the sidewalk we noticed little brown "plops" about every foot. It looked like she had a hershey kiss maker in her pants that went haywire.
we followed the hershey kiss trail into the house, down the hall, into the bedroom and to the bathroom door. I do believe that was the first time I ever laughed so hard I cried.