The other day, I was at Spec’s for Mynx’s birthday. I was sitting with Hanford, discussing various things; we would occasionally have words with the table next to us, who had moved over to give us their other table.

As they got up to leave, one of the girls looked at us and said to us (and her friends): “I farted and lit a match.”   (Spec’s certainly brings out the best in people, in many senses.)  In reply to this, her female friends giggled and said, “well duh, you needed to cover up the smell!”

We present males, however, got all excited and immediately demanded to know:  “did it work?!?!!!”