I was out camping this weekend and after the children went to sleep, we all sat around the campfire and stared off. We would chit chat about this and that and I even was able to educate my father on exactly what a glory hole is (although I would have much rather had him look it up) but the conversation seemed to die and the wind was howling so I retreated to the tent.
It was within minutes of my escape that I could hear the conversation move to passing gas and then, I heard something I would have never, in my wildest dreams, been able to make up. It went sort of like this:
Sister: sometimes my burps can compete with Denver’s farts
Dad: oh I know, your mom can be terrible
Sister: No really, like I burp and the smell in my mouth is so foul that it has to be worse than any fart I have ever done
Me from the tent: That is just wrong
Sister: there was this one time when I went to get revenge on Tyler so I walked up and burped in his face and just the smell of all those sulfides coming out of my mouth almost made ME throw up. Tyler’s eyes watered. I was almost embarrassed.
Makes me really glad she wasn’t sleeping in the same tent I was!
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