I have been out in Colorado the last few days with my brother, and while staying at his place I have officially been put in charge of his little Boston Terrier, Max.
Max is a handsome, hyper dude with a sunny disposition, but he also has his dark side. He farts like a smoke machine. He and I were hanging out on the couch last night and he was blasting these monster farts, bad enough to almost make me gag. I never thought any dog could possibly do what he was doing. He was making my farting ability seem like Glade air fresheners.
Max's ability would most certainly be appreciated by some in Fire Alarm, where fart offs are common on my shifts. Even some of the ones you would never believe launch an air biscuit have been known to let them rip when working with me. I don't know if thats an insult or complement, however, nothing makes this fat little monkey giggle harder than a schoolgirl than a well executed fart.
If Max does come home with me, fire alarm better be ready. Max is my new secret weapon.
Max is the handsome bastard with the pink nose.
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