Not my story. Just one I ran into the other day.
"One of my female friends, Chrissy, can fart. And I don’t just mean she can fart, I mean she can fart! A while back she starts dating this guy that she really likes—Kevin. She doesn’t quite know how to bring up her little situation but luckily, Kevin has a dog. As most of her farts are silent—I don’t know how women can all fart stealthily but they can!—she simply blames errant flatulence on the canine. This goes on for a few weeks, with them spending several evenings together and her blaming the dog on numerous different occasions. On their last night together, they are sitting in the living room watching a movie and Chrissy lets out an exceptionally deadly odour. As always, once the pungent scent begins to permeate the air she makes a casual remark, blaming it on the dog. Kevin turns to her and tells her that his dog is dead. Her heart sinks as she realizes that she’s been caught in her little fib. But it gets worse. Kevin asks her if it has been her who has been farting over the past several weeks. She confesses that it has, and his face turns white. It turns out that Kevin’s dog was really, really old, and Kevin was quite concerned about its well being and suffering. When Kevin noticed the dog was passing disgusting gas, he and his vet inferred that his dog may be getting sick. After trying some medication from the vet for a few weeks, to no avail, Kevin made the rather rash decision to put his dog down, rather than wait and watch it deteriorate further. The irony of course is that his dog wasn’t sick at all. Chrissy’s farts killed Kevin’s dog. Like I said, the girl can fart."
Subject: Blame it on the dog. TRUE STORY! 
Tue Jan 26, 2010 6:22 pm
