I was out at a bar after a company party, all dolled up. You were waiting to order a drink, tall with a casual suit. You leaned over and said those five magical words any girl wants to hear:
"Did you smell that fart?"
Let's break this down for a moment. The way I see it, the conversation could go in one of two directions.
"Yes, I did! How gross is that? What did that guy eat?"
or
"No, what fart? Can you describe it? Ah, now I smell it!"
Either way, you're talking about farts, dude.
I ran like the wind.
-story borrowed from "The Roommate"
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