I love Bannana and peanut butter sandwiches, especially with an icy cold Coke Zero, add a little fruity yogurt and I'm one happy fat camper. That's basically my favorite thing to eat especially before math class. But you guessed it, it gives me the tuity, fruity, farts.
Ironically, the math instructor demands everyone sets at the front of the class. Heaven forbid if you get there late. Of course our class, always fill in the middle of the room first, so if you're late you may end up in the front and center row, right behind "Mr. Ponytail," as many of my classmates call him.
(Actually, he's a really nice guy. We all just wish he would roll out of bed and shower before noon. Something, he has yet to do prior to class. The class starts at 12:45, but he strolls in somewhere between one and one-fifteen.Usually his hair is a mess, his shirt maybe half in or half out, depending on how you look a it. He is obviously, just waking up-after sleeping in his attire. Some find it funny, others just find it disgusting. But, I think we've all come to think of him like a little brother who can teach us "the dreaded math" that we just want to pass.)
Anyway...because I stayed outside chattering too long, I arrived after the class had filled up way beyond the middle; to my dread, I ended right smack in the middle front row. My stomach began churning, then the little trumpet farts began, right behind them came the gushing of chunky peanut butter mixed with gassy coke hitting the ostomy bag. Two of my girlfriends started giggling. They tried to keep it down, but then I started laughing and all the bodily noises grew worse.
The teacher whipped around. We all tried to stop laughing, but couldn't. "What in the hell is so funny?" He asked as he glared at the three of us.
Stephanie points at me and blurts out,"Well Tooty Fruity here, ate another one of those Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches and drank a Coke. She has gas so bad, that, she's making all kinds of funny sounds."
The class just roared with laughter. The teachers face turned three shades of red as he said,"Oh." After we all calmed back down, the teacher continued writing on the board and talking, but seemed to stop and smirk as I gurgled and growled and spurted through math class.
A few days latter, there were really strange sounds coming from the class next door. The teacher turned around, "Kathy, is that you?"
Giggling I said, "Well if it is, I'm in a lot of trouble." The whole class roared with laughter again. Math can be fun, with just a little humour! :D
Ironically, the math instructor demands everyone sets at the front of the class. Heaven forbid if you get there late. Of course our class, always fill in the middle of the room first, so if you're late you may end up in the front and center row, right behind "Mr. Ponytail," as many of my classmates call him.
(Actually, he's a really nice guy. We all just wish he would roll out of bed and shower before noon. Something, he has yet to do prior to class. The class starts at 12:45, but he strolls in somewhere between one and one-fifteen.Usually his hair is a mess, his shirt maybe half in or half out, depending on how you look a it. He is obviously, just waking up-after sleeping in his attire. Some find it funny, others just find it disgusting. But, I think we've all come to think of him like a little brother who can teach us "the dreaded math" that we just want to pass.)
Anyway...because I stayed outside chattering too long, I arrived after the class had filled up way beyond the middle; to my dread, I ended right smack in the middle front row. My stomach began churning, then the little trumpet farts began, right behind them came the gushing of chunky peanut butter mixed with gassy coke hitting the ostomy bag. Two of my girlfriends started giggling. They tried to keep it down, but then I started laughing and all the bodily noises grew worse.
The teacher whipped around. We all tried to stop laughing, but couldn't. "What in the hell is so funny?" He asked as he glared at the three of us.
Stephanie points at me and blurts out,"Well Tooty Fruity here, ate another one of those Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches and drank a Coke. She has gas so bad, that, she's making all kinds of funny sounds."
The class just roared with laughter. The teachers face turned three shades of red as he said,"Oh." After we all calmed back down, the teacher continued writing on the board and talking, but seemed to stop and smirk as I gurgled and growled and spurted through math class.
A few days latter, there were really strange sounds coming from the class next door. The teacher turned around, "Kathy, is that you?"
Giggling I said, "Well if it is, I'm in a lot of trouble." The whole class roared with laughter again. Math can be fun, with just a little humour! :D
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