Saw this over on Craigslist and thought it was kinda funny.
Sorry I farted on youâ€¦ M4W - 28
Date: 2006-03-31, 12:22PM PST
Me: Jogging along the Truckee River Trail.
You: Pink shorts, white top. Cute as all get-out.
I was running along, bopping to my music in an easterly to westerly fashion, when I felt the first uncomfortable stirrings of last nights 4-alarm chili. As any runner can attest, the power of the Running-Induced-Fart (RIF) is mighty indeed. But really, isnâ€™t this one of the great things about running outside? The ease of the RIF? No need to restrict the RIF? Unlike at the gym, no embarrassing RIF odor to deal with? (And yes, Iâ€™m looking at you Mr. Hairy-back-who-doesnâ€™t-wipe-down-the-exercise-bike at Lombardi Rec.).
With a swift breeze out, and a lonely trail ahead the RIF was on its merry way with my sincere blessings. I even threw a quick peek over the right shoulder before letting the neon hit the argon.
Why for the love of God were you jogging silently, off my left side? My last-ditch effort to restrain the RIF served only to amplify the RIF.
I didnâ€™t hear you over my iPodâ€¦ but the look of shock and awe in your eyes said that you definitely heard me.
For the next 3 minutes we ran along together, alone. Neither of us admitting what happened. Perhaps we were loath to break the gentle silence of the tranquil duskâ€¦ perhaps you were afraid Iâ€™d RIF one again.
Then out of sheer mortification, I stopped to retie my already tied shoelace. You had a cute butt as you jogged off. Wanna meet for coffee sometime? I promise to be better behaved.
this is in or around Reno, NV
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