cant_grip (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cant_grip) wrote,@ 2008-08-12 00:00:00 |
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The Accountant's Wife
The humble and lovable accountant dotes over his beautiful wife. This morning, like most, he holds in his gas until he gets to the street outside their apartment. Its a monday morning and perhaps he vocalizes over exuberantly when he finally gets to the office bathroom, because he prefers not to poo in the porcelain bowl his darling wife keeps clean.
That night his need to fart is worse than it's ever been. The hapless accountant finally resolves to get up, leave the room and head for the bathroom. There he'll lift a butt cheek so the gas hisses away silently. Halfway out of bed as his foot touches the floor PFBBRRT! Not fast enough, he freezes, mortified...
"Did you step on a spider?" his charming little wife inquires. They laugh, all is well.
The humble and lovable accountant dotes over his beautiful wife. This morning, like most, he holds in his gas until he gets to the street outside their apartment. Its a monday morning and perhaps he vocalizes over exuberantly when he finally gets to the office bathroom, because he prefers not to poo in the porcelain bowl his darling wife keeps clean.
That night his need to fart is worse than it's ever been. The hapless accountant finally resolves to get up, leave the room and head for the bathroom. There he'll lift a butt cheek so the gas hisses away silently. Halfway out of bed as his foot touches the floor PFBBRRT! Not fast enough, he freezes, mortified...
"Did you step on a spider?" his charming little wife inquires. They laugh, all is well.
