dooce: qualifying for pacific northwestern citizenship
So last night I was in the bathroom at a movie theater in Monroe, Washington, and I'm finishing going #1 in one of the 10 stalls when somone probably four stalls down from mine lets out a fart that almost sends her flying up through the concrete in the ceiling, out the roof of the building. It was a five-syllable fart, a cockadoodledo fart, a fart that shook me and every other person in that bathroom out of our mortal coils.