Tonight, in the bathtub, A was passing gas with gusto. I asked if we should call her Walter (a la the farting dog) and she said, "No, I just have gas." I said, "You sure have a lot of it." And she said, "That's because my butt door keeps opening."
I know. Totally bizarre and inappropriate. But damn it, did T and I laugh...
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Will A mind if I use that excuse sometime?
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