Memories - Blast from the Past (short post)

My second grade teacher, Ms. Costell, was prone to farts, not the little, dainty, lady-like farts that are quiet and don’t smell. She would let lose the loud, smelly man farts that I suspect only a two-hundred pound woman can let lose. She would walk between the rows of desks, her hips brushing against the desks on either side and suddenly she would let it rip. You could actually see her flabby ass-cheek vibrating through her flowery skirt as she crop-dusted the poor kids of her second grade class in an invisible noxious gas. I don’t know if she deliberately meant to fart on us or if she had some sort of farting illness, but I do know there is nothing worse than having your two hundred pound second grade teacher fart on your face.


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