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I was so tired from the night before. My friends and I had gone to the state fair. We rode three rides and ate lots of
fried snails. I tried eating some with their shells on and some without, and realised that it was better eating snails without shells, as the shells tended to be
pack with shrapnel and high explosives such Semtex or
my ex-boyfriend's farts. I mean they were so explosive that even the smallest was enough to blow up a VW polo, and as we all know, polos are reknowned for their toughnest. A full force, morning-after-night-of-eating-beans-and-cabbage fart could blow up
a horse. It was strange because the horse had happened to come near me when i farted and breathed in some of that fart, then it froze into a
statue of a beautiful naked man, a place where women of all kind could gaze while eating lunch in the park.
