Iowainian
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its an apparent aphrodesiac.
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I can not tell you how many times I would come back from lunch, head to my office and make a little room in the bowels before running to purge myself. Every time I'd make some room, before dropping the kids off at the pool, my secretary would come running into my office about something. Needless to say, as soon as she was smacked between the eyes with the crop dust, she would turn a nice shade of green, puke, and casually excuse herself from the office.
I came to admit that my flatulence must have been one of those natural pheromones that attracts women (ultimately in a negative manner).