Hump-Week 57

If I did "let one slip," I'll just laugh it off and giggle like I'm insane. We're humans, and it's natural, even though I'll be a bit embarrassed. And if my date did that, I'll be polite and shrug it off like nothing happened. Hopefully, if it IS by accident, then sure, I'll continue to date that person, but if my date is repeatedly doing it on purpose just to push my buttons, then forget it!

In the ways I'll be covering it up: blaming on my big meal I had previously, so hey, I'm bloated!! Haha!! I'll giggle it off.

Yes, I do have a real-life "gas" story, but doesn't everybody? It was all during "math enrichment" class period when I was in sixth grade. My stomach was always upset, because I now know that I'm more or less lactose intolerant in that I can't just drink plain milk. No one knew that it was mostly me who let it all slip. They all thought it was this guy. And the funny thing was that this classroom always smelled, so my stomach problem was just a minor problem. Some days it smelled like stinky feet, other days, it smelled like a stink bomb had exploded... It was funny how my teacher always used the air refreshner to make the room smelled a bit more "flowery." Too bad that that "flowery" smell didn't last very long. The room was still stinky and awful. Even now, I have no idea how my nose managed to survive that class... Go figure.

= From BD Insanity, where the proud insanes live and prosper.