An all-you-can-eat buffet was his choice. It was just as well he had no afternoon plans because he'd eaten 19 slices of pizza already.
He'd eschewed the salad bar and gone straight for the good stuff. Now he regretted eating so much. Not that that was going to stop him having another couple of slices.
He circled the buffet, plate in hand.
His stomach began to gurgle. He thought nothing of it.
Just as he placed a piece of meat feast next to his Hawaiian, he let out a long fart.
It went on and on and wouldn't stop.
Diners looked at him in disgust.
Thirty seconds into the mammoth guff it went from bad to worse as he filled his underpants with dogs' eggs and collapsed, the plate crashing to the floor.
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