Remembering East Bay Camp
I'm sitting in my cubicle minding my own business doing my work, and the lady who sits behind me has farted. The noxious fumes have wafted there way to my side. I'm going to have to turn on the fan. Oy.
I'm reminded of Reba Fowler shuffling around farting at the typewriter stinking, stinking up the office. Then she would turn around and say, "I'm sorry, but I've got really bad gas this afternoon." Oh the humanity.
Thankfully Teresa hasn't apologized...
...yet
I'm reminded of Reba Fowler shuffling around farting at the typewriter stinking, stinking up the office. Then she would turn around and say, "I'm sorry, but I've got really bad gas this afternoon." Oh the humanity.
Thankfully Teresa hasn't apologized...
...yet