......I don't know how else to describe this one, folks. It's football season here in the USA. That means that any human with football fever goes wild like the Starbucks opening day of the Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Total pandemonium. What does this have to do with a naked guy farting in MY CHAIR???? Lemme 'splain.....
Once upon a time there was a group of guys from Marin County who all grew up together. No, stating that they grew up insinuates that they matured. They have not. For whatever reason, about this time each year they congregate at my house for the 'fantasy football' league picks or whatever that means.
I cook an incredible meal and disappear. The meal is for the guys. All of the guys in this fantasy football league have been banished from hosting the fantasy football draft for whatever reasons at their homes. Nobody wants the trouble and mess. So it happens here. One woman who now refuses to host made the guys piss in a five gallon bucket instead of using the toilet. That's gross. How can you banish your guests to using a bucket as opposed to a functioning toilet? I don't want to obsess too much on that one. YUCK!!!!!
Now, which brings me to naked guys farting in my chair.
It has been incredibly hot here in Sonoma County. Tonight was the football draft. I did my part by preparing all the food and whatnot and then disappearing downtown to entertain myself.. After being gone for more than I thought necessary I returned home. Upon entering the front door there was my kids' PE teacher from junior high school in MY CHAIR unabashedly shirtless with the fan blowing on him. Oh, yes....... gastronomical sound effects followed. He then thought it funny to dance in his underwear in the window. Tom Cruse he is NOT.
Can I move way from here????
Everybody thought this hilarious. I did not. Underwear Man then sat down in MY CHAIR with the fan still blowing on him. Gas emissions followed....with the fanfare (no pun intended) of the fan.
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