Dear God. Seriously.

September 24, 2010, 4:18 am
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Overheard from a boy type at my house:

“Wouldn’t it be great if farts smelled like the food that made them? How great would that be? And then we’d know what Butters actually ate….”

That way, I guess, we’d all learn what the remote control smelled like.

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um, that seems perfectly logical…what’s the problem?

Comment by Kristin September 25, 2010 @ 6:00 am

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