Natural Gas

"Mom today at school someone kept farting.  We all held our noses and we laughed and laughed.  It was kind of gross, but sure made us all laugh hard."  Said Bee as we sat around the dinner table tonight.  

I asked her what her teacher did, and G-Man interrupts with "Today Mr. Cottle was teaching us math and he said 'this is a pllllllllpppppppppppp pllpppppppppppppp (farting noises), oh excuse me, a yard stick."   Don't remember learning how to measure quite like that.

Then not too longer later, T-Rex, who had been told several times not to sit on the table, got up and sat on the table, letting off his own natural gases, causing the table to rumble. 

And now that they are all in bed, I go to read my email and low and behold, my dad sends me this, forwarded from a friend, so it wasn't him, or atleast he says it wasn't:  


I was in the restaurant yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to pass gas. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my gas with the beat of the music.




After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my coffee, and noticed that everybody was staring at me....



Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod
 

And now I go to bed because I have run out of gas!  No more stinky air bisquit stories!