Wednesday March 18, 2020
Ode to My 1977 Toyota
once there was a girl in my bunk at jesus camp who didn’t have any sense of smell. this worked out
for me because I was dealing with an unnamed dairy allergy at the time and I could fart around her with ease and dare
I say delight?
Me and my friends would make it into a joke. Farting was part of the joke, the girl, for the most part didn’t get any flack.
one night at worship or cattle call or you name it, everyone was chanting Happy Song Happy Song and stomping on the bleachers.
the song, to my dismay got sung, but the girl with no sense of smell passed out because there were a lot of people all screaming and yelping and invoking the light of christ.
so when the first aid team descended upon us and the circle we had made to congreate around the girl, they gave her smelling salts to bring her to
and this, as you can imagine, did not work out. For her.