![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bv0RSfHTkSthP1mY0DWl876QSCoHEE06HwVXUaToaX9bN6cbA_VWuj3nuHnh4vToMWVij9TFTJ2n1KSBAMYE1qD7M76IZ8IK769vQljiIhsLAV2a2xz-gAbZceTsV4WrtxIOYvPjrkuJ/s320/DSC07633.JPG)
BFF and I had a great time at the game. I think we talked and laughed the whole time. So I asked the woman behind us to take our pic. Right on par with the last dozen shots, BFF turns her head at the last minute. I think she might be really sick of the blog thing. I ask you BFF, "which is better, the blog or the fart machine?" It's one or the other. Since the fart machine "magically quit working", I needed something else. Something that could entertain me for hours at home alone, or in the coffee shops, or wherever.
1 comment:
You fart machine quit working?
Do I smell a christmas gift idea?
Post a Comment