The farting is so typically male, that you must have brothers or something. It's like, a universal truth. Even boys who kiss each other still play fart games.
And of course, everyone has already commented on Penis the Dog. Suffice it to say, the best part of that would be calling the dog in for the night: "Penis, c'mere boy! Whosa good boy!? Yes he is! Oh, Penis, stop licking my face, silly thing!!"
The farting is so typically male, that you must have brothers or something.
Two brothers and a husband. (I'm halfway tempted to ask if I know you in RL, since you're from my hometown, but since I haven't lived there for about *thinks really hard and kills a few brain cells in the process* eight years, I doubt that I do. Still, good guess! ^_^;;) Between the three of them, I've become well aquainted with certain things. (Like the drabble that didn't get written on how the dog is blamed for the stink bomb farts...even when the dog's not even in the room...>_>;;)
"Penis, c'mere boy! Whosa good boy!? Yes he is! Oh, Penis, stop licking my face, silly thing!!"
*dies* Yes, oh yes would that be too good to miss out on.
That's certainly a lot of smelly man to be surrounded by. ;)
I'm sadly a very recent transplant to Tampa, for the purpose of pretending to get an education at University, oh how laughable. My hometown's actually a bit further north in sparsely populated Floral City. (It's about a thousand miles from anywhere and boasts a two-pump gas station and one traffic signal. The whispered word "Tampa" evoked images of an ivory-towered city, with hover-cars and stores open past 6 o'clock.) But it's always fun to meet another Floridian. We are a swingin' bunch.
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And of course, everyone has already commented on Penis the Dog. Suffice it to say, the best part of that would be calling the dog in for the night: "Penis, c'mere boy! Whosa good boy!? Yes he is! Oh, Penis, stop licking my face, silly thing!!"
Truly, endless fun.
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Two brothers and a husband. (I'm halfway tempted to ask if I know you in RL, since you're from my hometown, but since I haven't lived there for about *thinks really hard and kills a few brain cells in the process* eight years, I doubt that I do. Still, good guess! ^_^;;) Between the three of them, I've become well aquainted with certain things. (Like the drabble that didn't get written on how the dog is blamed for the stink bomb farts...even when the dog's not even in the room...>_>;;)
"Penis, c'mere boy! Whosa good boy!? Yes he is! Oh, Penis, stop licking my face, silly thing!!"
*dies* Yes, oh yes would that be too good to miss out on.
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I'm sadly a very recent transplant to Tampa, for the purpose of pretending to get an education at University, oh how laughable. My hometown's actually a bit further north in sparsely populated Floral City. (It's about a thousand miles from anywhere and boasts a two-pump gas station and one traffic signal. The whispered word "Tampa" evoked images of an ivory-towered city, with hover-cars and stores open past 6 o'clock.) But it's always fun to meet another Floridian. We are a swingin' bunch.
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*dies* Hover cars! Dude, that really would liven Tampa up a bit...^-^ *glomps you*
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