I’m having. . .

. . .a nice conversation with a woman. She seems nice, maintains eye contact, laughs in the right context, brings out a couple beauties of her own (yes, I’m talking about her tits), all in all we’re having a nice time. All of a sudden she wrinkles up her nose and, because women are genteel, says,

“”What the fuck is that gawd-awful smell?”

It is true, what once didn’t stink is now stank. I take a few sniffs in the air, she asked a question after all, satisfied, I respond,

“Oh good, my buddy Bob’s here.”

One response to “I’m having. . .

  1. Or: “Oh, that’s nothing, I just took an artisanal dump.”

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