TheAristocrat
Footballguy
Last night, I was pretty baked and got the munchies. I walked to the convenience store and the 30 (or so) pack of powder sugar donuts in a bag got the best of me (and a half gallon of milk).
When I got back to my place, I ate the entire bag within one episode of Arrested Development. With my belly full and me somewhat contented, I fell asleep.
Earlier this morning, I closed my office door in anticipation of the farts which had been brewing since I woke up but hadn't yet escaped my sphincter. I blew two noisy ones off my leather chair and was quite proud until I didn't recognize my own brand. It reeked like powdered sugar donuts. As Murphy's Law would have it, a co-worker immediately knocked on my door and let herself in.
Her: Hey, on (project), did you happen to...it smells like donuts in here.
Me: Does it?
Her: And it's not Donut Friday. Did you grab some on your way in this morning?
Me: Um, no. But it sure smells like it.
Her: It's a strong as [co-worker's] perfume. Weird.
Maybe twenty minutes later, my boss walked into my office for our beginning of the week meeting and commented on the odor of donuts after another one of my gassy outbursts. And powdered sugar donuts to be specific.
So I just wanted you all to know that my farts smell like powdered sugar donuts today. That is all. Carry on.
When I got back to my place, I ate the entire bag within one episode of Arrested Development. With my belly full and me somewhat contented, I fell asleep.
Earlier this morning, I closed my office door in anticipation of the farts which had been brewing since I woke up but hadn't yet escaped my sphincter. I blew two noisy ones off my leather chair and was quite proud until I didn't recognize my own brand. It reeked like powdered sugar donuts. As Murphy's Law would have it, a co-worker immediately knocked on my door and let herself in.
Her: Hey, on (project), did you happen to...it smells like donuts in here.
Me: Does it?
Her: And it's not Donut Friday. Did you grab some on your way in this morning?
Me: Um, no. But it sure smells like it.
Her: It's a strong as [co-worker's] perfume. Weird.
Maybe twenty minutes later, my boss walked into my office for our beginning of the week meeting and commented on the odor of donuts after another one of my gassy outbursts. And powdered sugar donuts to be specific.
So I just wanted you all to know that my farts smell like powdered sugar donuts today. That is all. Carry on.