today i was getting my dress fitted, which is one of those intimate procedures where you're totally regretting not having shaved, and the girl touches your bum like, eight times, and then, right when she was all up in my space trying to fit the bodice so that it didn't slide down and cut into my side-shelves, I FARTED.
there's no way out of that one.
2 comments:
IT WAS YOU!
This is me laughing out loud at your post - you should definitely put that story in your wedding scrapbook.
And now that you have posted it on your blog, expect it to be told during your wedding reception by an m.c. who needs just one more joke.
You're awesome and then some.
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