Just Plain Nasty!!!

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Of course, his absolutely favorite way to prove this to me was to wait until bedtime, let one, and then throw the covers over my head . . .

I call that a "dutch oven."

Anyhow, here's another story for ya...

My school district has a lot of forest land they own and set up a camp on, complete with bunkhouses, kitchen and dining room, and classrooms. Every year all the sixth-grade students from the various elementary schools in my district would camp out there for a few days.

Well, one night at camp we had all gone to bed for the night, and one of the guys let one rip. Us being pre-adolescent boys, we laughed and commented on it at length. "Ewwww, so-and-so farted, it stinks, better check his pants, ha ha!"

We made enough noise to wake up our teacher, who came into the room and told us to be quiet and go to sleep and quit talking about farting. This struck me a life-threateningly funny, probably because I never before imagined my teacher talking about farting.

So he leaves and we try to go back to sleep. Then somebody else . And this one was louder and stinkier. Of course, we just couldn't keep quiet.

As punishment, we had to scrub the floor in the dining room that night.

[thegiraffe]

As funny as that is, I would have done the same thing had I been the teacher.

See what a good memory you have now? lol