Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A Typical Monday Night

The Scene: Waiting in the drive-through line at the Walgreen's pharmacy. I'm in the driver's seat, Sloan is in the passenger's seat.

Sloan: Hey, baby?
Julia: Yeah ba-
Sloan: *FAAAAAAAAAAART* *grin*
Julia: *poker face* Yes? *ignoring fart* Were you going to say something?
Sloan: *grin*
Julia:  *contorted face* GAH! It smells like rancid taco meat!!! *gag* *unlocks doors* GET OUT OF THE CAR!!
Sloan: *scoffs* No way. You get out.
Julia: *rolls down Sloan's window, locks windows*
Sloan: Come ON! Roll it up! It's 13 degrees outside!!
Julia: No, you deserve this. *self-satisfied grin*
Sloan: *lunges for car horn*
Julia: *karate chop* DON'T HONK IT!!! The people in front of us will think we're rude!!!!!!
Sloan: *serious face* Then roll up the window, Julia.
Julia: *begrudgingly rolls up window* Fine, but I'm only doing thi-
Sloan: *FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART* *grin*

4 comments:

  1. Blogs are so good for sweet revenge :) Take that Sloan!

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  2. Jared loves to fart and burp in the car, they both smell real bad, I'm sorry for your pain as well!

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  3. Try to look on the bright side, at least it wasn't a burning smell...

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  4. This is my new favorite post!

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