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Story Sent in by Vincenzo:
I thought it would be fun to take Margaret berry picking on our first date. She loved the idea, so I found a local place.
We met in the dirt parking lot and she gave me a big hug. The first thing I noticed was an unfortunate smell. She detected my reaction and said, "Sorry. Someone's a little farty."
I didn't know how to respond to that so we went ahead and picked berries. She farted a couple of times and apologized each time. It was funny, I guess. But still a little gross.
After a little over an hour of strolling up and down the berry patch, we paid for our pickings and made for the parking lot. I walked her back to her car and once she put the berry bag in the trunk she turned around to give me a goodbye hug.
As she did, it sounded like she said, "Now for the kill!" and she squeezed me tight.
"What?" I asked, as I was sure I had misheard.
She released me and said, "Nothing. I guess nothing else felt like coming out. Sorry. It was nice meeting you!"
"Yeah... you too."
We didn't go out again.
9/16/2015
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It was the final test OP. If you had farted, you two would have been soul mates. At your wedding, the ushers would have hidden whoopee cushions under all the guests' chairs. It could have been magical .....And you ....Ruined .....Everything.
ReplyDeletePerfect, Architect ! As funny as that sounds - it's more than likely accurate !
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