TRUE STORY #26
Museum of Death Fart
It was Friday night. I was broke. Katrina and Alissa invited me to go with them to the Museum of Death (on Hollywood and Ivar.) It was ok. I was hoping there would be more gore, but what can I say, right? So... we're in the last room and T and Piss are all grossed out by now. We can overhear a discussion amongst the workers and some visitors. Then, outta nowhere, I say, "Knock-knock"...."Who's there?" asks T. "Museum of Death Fart" I reply. All she could say was "oh no." I then lift my leg slightly and rip one. THen, we hear laughter. Someone peeks in on us, I turn and smile, "Yes, that was me. I just farted in the Museum of Death." It was good.
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