Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Toots Galore," a local woman with an unusual gift: She farts with military precision. I was walking behind her today on 3rd Street and I couldn't help noticing that on every fourth step she let out a little toot. It was 'Fart ... two, three, four; Fart ... two, three, four" and so on all the way from Idaho to California. I finally caught up with her as she approached Wilshire. She looked at me. I looked at her. Rather than blow the photo opportunity, I whipped out my spycam and pretended to make a call. "Hi, it's me," I said, holding the spycam to my ear, "I'm heading to the Promenade, want to join me? It'll be a real Gas ...!"
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I have a CO-WORKER like that!!!! LOL!!! Drives us all CRAzY!!! LOL!!!
Being as you were behind her, it was a good thing they weren't the silent deadlies.
Your spy cam work cracks me up! I love reading about how you get these pics.
-Cin
I hear they use a lot of natural gas in California?
Maybe that's what was keeping her propelled!
wonder why bodily functions are so funny to us? I'm sitting here laughing in the afternoon at your post.
When I do not wear socks, my sandals send up fart sounds, makes me very self conscious.
Send her to Afghanistan, the war would be over in a matter of days.
she is one gaschevious chick!
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