Sunday, 7 October 2012

Flatulence

She's not subtle and she dont care. Today we were in the back of some dear family friends of my mum's car hitching a lift. They are older and we definatly dont have they breaking wind sense of humour type of relationship. Its more the "and we had some lovely carrot cake at the garden centre cafe- you must try it " type of relationship. My sister Gushed out the most deadly silent one turned to me and smirked. We all just sat there in silence till the driver lowered his window a few inches in silence and put radio 2 on. Usually I would punch my sister ( not in the face), laugh hysterically or return the favour and point at her. As neither of these option were viable I sat uncomfortably turning a gruesome shade of fucshia. My sister, maintaining the best poker face, held her nose and and exclaimed "your disgusting- euuuuugh" at our friends wife...  She didnt laugh but I coudnt really tell what her facial expression was because she had subtly tried to cover her face with her scarf.
Gwan get that guuurl back one day.

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