(from the prospective of an on looker and his thoughts )
Dear God !! Please Don’t Fart ! oh No don’t Fart please, Oh man one good fart and his pants will fall All the Way Down then…Oh God No, Just Don’t Fart !!...
Not on your life, Jerry. I rather picture him gettin' one of them big ol' safety pins, pinning it to the back of the pants, bringing it up his back and pinning it to the top of his pretty T-shirt. No?
Dear God !! Please Don’t Fart ! oh No don’t Fart please, Oh man one good fart and his pants will fall All the Way Down then…Oh God No, Just Don’t Fart !!...
Fred always felt a draft, but could never understand why.