“Mommy! Mom! Mum! Mommy! Mom! Mum! Look what *I* can-“
“Mom! … Mommy! Lookit! Mom! Lookit! Look what *I* can-- Mom!”
“Mommy! … Look what *I* can do-- Mom!”
“What is it, Billy,” she said, covering the phone and turning in her chair,” What are you-”
But Billy, lying half naked on his back, legs spread in the air, bic lighter pursed to his tiny bum, couldn’t manage the flatulence after all.
“Never mind.”
09/26/2004Will Disney (2): here's what i got left, buddy.
09/26/2004scoop: "Oh well whatever..."
09/26/2004Mr. Pony:
09/26/2004Streifenbeuteldachs (3): I think this happened to me once.
09/26/2004qualcomm:
09/26/2004Mr. Pony (4): Yeah! What I said!
09/26/2004qualcomm:
09/26/2004qualcomm (1):
09/26/2004Mr. Pony: Yeah! What I said!
09/26/2004scoop: When I was a young boy galloping through wood yonder, I hada friend whose father and mother talked about this all the time. He also had a picture of hsi dad who drew pictures of a floopy ears and eyes and a mouth around his penis to make it lok like an elephant.
09/26/2004Litcube: I guess it's now apparent why I don't write shorts.
09/26/2004Mr. Pony: I thought it was funny.
09/26/2004Streifenbeuteldachs: It was pretty good, especially "pursed to his tiny bum".