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Sunday, January 08, 2006
Mr. Farty Pants
Mr. Farty Pants, otherwise known as my gaseous husband, is now in a postion to revolk his previous statment proclaiming my chili as "non-farting chili." I deviated from my usual recipe and added a crap load of garlic, little did I know this was going to be a literal amount of garlic. I guess this is why one of my friends is in cooking school and I am not. Personally, I'm fine and think that his gaseous-ness is due to the large amount of Bacardi limon he consumed last night. Last night we played poker with a few of our friends. Ok, my husband just farted on my slipper. Why do I somehow know that I will need to febreeze the couches tomorrow night?




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