Monday 17 August 2009

If music be the food of love.....

I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realised I desperately needed to fart.

The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat. After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my pint and noticed that everybody was staring at me.

Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

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