A tale of Flatulence the platypus
I'd like to supply you with a medium size to tall tale.
And this particular medium size to tall tale happens to be quite true, as I have just experienced it, and as such...shall now recount it for you.
I was lying in my car seat driving having one of those "Clueless" moments, when suddenly I was ambushed by a particularly nasty squadron foul flatulence due to a meal of Pasta & Antipasta causing an untold chain reaction in my stomach.
Then, upon coming back to my senses I knew I had a problem with this knowing that I was to pick other people up soon, and knowing that it is inappropriate to pass foul smelling gas in front of other people I knew something must be done to correct this.
The first one came, and of course I reached to open the window. I tried to hold it all in. No luck. For the next few minutes I attempted proceeded to try all the methods that are allegedly supposed to work, to cover the foul smell
The second came, then another.
Then, I remembered that I had the force of the great oily ankle spur platypus on my side, I thought, this is silly, but I don't want foul Flatulence anymore, I want to change the very foul odour & distintive fart.
Of course now mine smell like roses so I save a ton of money on air fresheners!! And thus ends the very short and very true medium size to tall tale of Flatulence the Bunnyplatypus.
