Sorry, guys, I'm burned out after staying up until 4:30 finishing my weekly Project Runway recap. Someday I'll stop writing about toilets. Someday...
Scene: Walking home from a friend's house Thursday night. I am tired; Jeff looks troubled.
Me: Are you OK?
Me: Is there something on your mind? You look like you have feelings that need to come out.
Me: Do you need to make an emotional fart?
Me: Just let it rip. Like a heart fart. A fheart!
Jeff: He who felt it, dealt it.