Snorey McFarterson

May 30, 2008 at 7:55 pm Leave a comment

Why must my loving wonderful husband wait until he is in bed to fart up a storm?  The kind that smells so bad you MUST leave the room or at least the bed, turn on the ceiling fan, and search for fresh air?

Oh yeah, he is paralyzed and can’t hold in his farts.  Like he would if he could.

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