The hardest thing I’ve had to do in my adult life is have a conversation with the transgender cashier at Buffalo exchange while trying to pretend I didn’t notice his cropped shirt and pierced – very hairy- belly button.
One time I farted shorty after hearing another person fart loudly. But no one knew I had farted. They only knew about the person who’s fart sounded like a garbage disposal. Somehow the two farts merged together and became a lethal toxin causing people to vacate the area in mass hysteria. As this person sworeContinue reading “Confession”