My brother tells this story: He was on the bus when he suddenly realize he felt the need to fart. The music is really loud, so he timed his farts with the beat. After a couple of songs, he started to feel better. When the bus approached his stop, he stood up and walked down the aisle to de-bus. He noticed his fellow passengers were really staring him down, and that's when he remembered:He's been listening to his Ipod.
I actually read all of that. Goodbye 10 minutes. You're an awful influence.
Ah, the Ozarks are blessed with a record keeper of such relevant resources!
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