You farted in Walmart…

You were the tall brunette with the near perfect body that farted in the bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you that looked over and asked, “Was that you?” You quickly replied “No … Wasn’t me!” You almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew you continued to deny your flatulence, but it was evident. I tried to get rid of teh (sic) stench by waving 2 loafs of ciabatta bread. You proceeded to storm off in an angry manner.

You are beautiful and even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I’d love to meet up sometime!