Tuesday, September 27, 2005
On Friday night we went to bed at about 3.30. Jono got in first and then right when I got in, he let one rip. It is only worth writing about because it was absolutely the worst smelling fart I have ever been subjected to in my whole life. We were so disgusted by it/impressed with it that we talked about it all weekend.
On Sunday night all 6 of us went to bed early. Jono said that he was feeling bloated and so he was going to take a Déflatine. I asked him what it was and he described it as “a tablet that makes you burp and fart so that you can get everything out of you.” He made me take one too. It did absolutely nothing to me but it worked instantly and effectively on Jono. He was enjoying it so much he took another. It was hilarious: he really just farted again and again and again, and then he started belching, and he stood up so he could start the burps deeper and then he farted some more. We were giggling like idiots and we could sustain the hilarity because nothing smelled like his killer fart had on Friday.
Jono, I know you may not have wanted me to write about your fart fest; please just consider it a free personal ad.