…. and the first class car is dying.
The dowagers next to me have stopped yakking about real estate prices and are fanning themselves with magazines. The guy in front of me has taken advantage of the olefactory disaster to sneak in a truly paint peeler of an audible fart which makes for my own personal hell on earth. I wonder what the engineer is doing. He’s been tooting the horn for the last five minutes.
I just shot hot chocolate out my nose…which means mines only burning a little less than yours is!
A true blog classic…
ROFL LMBO!!!!!!!!!!! The visual this calls up is priceless. Where is your camcorder when you need it?
I’m choking on my coffee! Priceless.