"Stuffed Peppers."
I'm a guy, therefore it becomes increasingly harder for me and the rest of the male population to become any more clever than we already are.
During our twenty minutes of reading time in band, Eric, Trey, Ben, and I will holding farting contests. I've become aware that no matter how loud or how frequent, a fart will always be funny to us. I set up a tally sheet (in which I got ten, the grand master of today, therefore increasing my lead in our series to 1-0).
It's come to my attention that farts are only funny when it's dead silent and you know they are coming. If you just fart in the middle of daily banter, it's disgusting. Farts for competition = good.
Trey comes into the bandroom and immediately boasts about how he had stuffed bell peppers for dinner the night before, which in theory would give him the edge (although I beat him by nearly eight points).
Our farts are usually pretty small too, nothing monstrous that echoes across the mother land. But since it's usually quiet, you hear the small one and immediately think, "What in the hell", followed by us grunting and guffawing.
I'm thinking we can keep this up for a few more weeks.
During our twenty minutes of reading time in band, Eric, Trey, Ben, and I will holding farting contests. I've become aware that no matter how loud or how frequent, a fart will always be funny to us. I set up a tally sheet (in which I got ten, the grand master of today, therefore increasing my lead in our series to 1-0).
It's come to my attention that farts are only funny when it's dead silent and you know they are coming. If you just fart in the middle of daily banter, it's disgusting. Farts for competition = good.
Trey comes into the bandroom and immediately boasts about how he had stuffed bell peppers for dinner the night before, which in theory would give him the edge (although I beat him by nearly eight points).
Our farts are usually pretty small too, nothing monstrous that echoes across the mother land. But since it's usually quiet, you hear the small one and immediately think, "What in the hell", followed by us grunting and guffawing.
I'm thinking we can keep this up for a few more weeks.