Who farted?
That is all.
Actually, no, it isn’t. This is the right time and place to talk about the worst way to wake up in the world. Two weeks ago today, I was woken up early by my doorbell. Rushing downstairs expecting someone I knew, I instead had an old lady and a midget woman wanting to talk about God. I slammed the door in their face, rushed back to bed and slept fevered dreams, covers held above my head.
FTW ZONE 