Mmm Fresh Baked…Bread?

First of all, happy November, or Movember as it’s called these days! Come on all you guys out there, be sure to get your prostate checked!

Now, back to the bread…I found this little nugget while surfing around the other day and immediately sent the story to Tracy. Nobody can fart likes a good flatulence story like my dear friend Tracy. I knew she’d find it funny. It was Tracy that insisted I share it here with you today.  So sorry…or, if you have a slightly crooked funny bone like ours, you’re welcome!

Direct from Mashable:

Eloquently entitled, “You farted last night in Sobeys!” the Missed Connection was published Friday on Kijiji, a hub for posting online classified ads, similar to Craigslist.

A man based in Moncton, Canada spotted the object of his desire at Canadian supermarket chain, Sobeys. He wrote:

You were the tall brunette with the near perfect body that farted in the bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you that looked over and asked, “Was that you?” You quickly replied “No … Wasn’t me!” You almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew you continued to deny your flatulence, but it was evident. I tried to get rid of teh (sic) stench by waving 2 loafs of ciabatta bread. You proceeded to storm off in an angry manner. You are beautiful and even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I’d love to meet up sometime!

While the poster could be a troll, there’s a chance that he’s a real guy who won’t let one smelly encounter foil his chance for true love.

This is the kind of story that makes you sigh “awwww” while almost simultaneously gagging out “ewwww”. Yep it makes your heart flutter while making your stomach turn.

My first thought was, oh, you have to call him smelly girl. How perfect, he’s smelled the worst of you and he still wants to date you. Then I thought, oh gross, he’s smelled the worst of you and he still wants to date you.

What do you think? Should the tall Clydesdale waft her way over to a phone and call him?




  • Tracy Westerholm

    I admit I cried laughing at this story true or not! Now if it were me, whether or not I let one slip, I would have immediately countered with “How do you like me so far?” I would have not been able to hold back my shoulders from giggling up and down. It’s all about assessing blame and playing the blame game…right? The reason I have a dog, ohhhh alllll-right not the only reason!
    Thanks for the giggle Bon!
    I think once the embarrassment blows-over the Clydesdale should give him a ring! He had me at “Was that you?”

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