Rarely, a television show gives me the giggles. Someone has to be really funny to give me the belly laughs.
But bring out the whoopee cushion and I am a goner. There is something about the sound of a toot that causes me to go into hysterics.
Apparently I am an 8 year old boy trapped inside a 33 year old woman's body.
Real toots are funny. But alot of times they are gross. And stinky. Ewwwww.......
I am thinking of blaming it all on the whoopee cushion from now on. I will just keep one with me at all times.
"Oops, I accidentally squeezed the whoopee cushion. It was not me that released air from my tooshie area. Honest."
"I didn't toot. That is disgusting. It was this little pink beauty. I keep one in my purse at all times just for the heck of it."
People would believe me right?
1 comment:
You would get along well with my 11 year-old son. He bought one once and spent the entire next two weeks trying to sneak it underneath wherever anyone sat. He thought it was the best.
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