Winner winner, Chicken dinner

Tonight, I spiced up dinner with the in-laws. Tonight, I made a statement without talking. Tonight... I let loose 2 seconds worth of audible flatulence that was loud enough for the wife to hear, yet subtle enough to be dismissed as a creaking deck by the rest of the dinner party.

For a mear moment, I had the stealth ability of James Bond, the comedic subtelty of Harland Williams, and the (butt) trumpet abilities of Dizzy Gillespie.

I giggled a bit, as I applauded myself for the push, and thanked the cushion for its muffling ability.

Moral of the story... farts are funny. Today, tomorrow, and in the year 3008.