Okay … I got this e-mail from my sister this afternoon. A friend of hers forwarded it to her. I got home and just finished reading it a few minutes ago. O. M. GAWH. This may be the funniest thing that I’ve ever read. In my ENTIRE life. I couldn’t even finish reading it before I called my sister. In tears. Crying. Laughing so hard my stomach hurt. She could barely talk as she laughed describing how she was writhing with stomach pain and couldn’t breathe because she was laughing so hard when she read it. So, of course I had to share.

via HaHas for HooHas

Like everything in life, farts have a time and place.  However, I never realized that in the wrong time and place, flatulence had enough power to alter my course in history.  Well, it can if it’s the third date with the man of your dreams.  And, if it makes his eyes burn.  If God destined us to be together, I was one SBD away from foiling His plans (that’s “Silent But Deadly” for you prudes).

Read the rest here.

*whispering* Momma … I can’t breathe …

You’re welcome.