I can see you in a cloak. Darkly mysterious and curled inside. Warm as freshly made tea.
Trivia: farting in public is the gravest sin among the Bedouin. If you grandfather farted, it will be used against you.
The exactness of your descriptions can be exasperating. Shit and PineSol. I can't get the odor out of my nostrils.
Posted by jk at February 10, 2006 04:04 PM
Once upon a time a man farted on his wedding day. He was so embarrassed he left his bride and his family and fled the village, vowing never to return.
30 years later, he had summoned up enough courage to sneak back into town in disguise. He approached a stranger and said, "Excuse me, but do you know so-and-so..." describing himself in vague terms.
"Oh," said the stranger brightly, "you mean the man who farted on his wedding day?"
Posted by poo at February 13, 2006 06:28 PM
Re: The Wibbler - you may have come across a Player, as described by Robert Fulghum in his 12 February post at http://www.robertfulghum.com/journal.php
Posted by Camilla at February 15, 2006 07:12 AM
That's a really beautiful story.
My grandmother has a coat fetish. She models them for me. They're almost all suede; most have fringe.
Posted by Miss Jay at February 16, 2006 04:52 PM
I had a guy do that circling thing too...but he was dressed pretty shabbily, and when he circled me for the last time he jabbed his elbow into my ribs.
Posted by Valerie at February 17, 2006 08:39 PM