You farted in Panera

Spokane WA

Description

Me: eating a breadbowl of chowder with cheese sprinkled on top You: Sitting shyly 3 tables down, giving me longing glances through your blond bangs. You took a bite of your sandwich and then it happened; the fart of a lifetime. Oprah herself couldn't produce the sirens sound that echoed across the restaurant. You blushed, using your left hand to wipe the cheese off your seat that I assume came from the bellow out of your brown star explosion. I immediately went over and complimented you, shaking your left hand and seeing what it smelt like. You blushed even more and got up. As you ran out of Panera I heard the sound of sneakers turning sharply on a gym floor out of your derriere with every step. Your unfinished sandwich was delicious. Call me, let's rumble