My Shoes Fart.
I’m serious. I just got these new multi-toned brown leather shoes yesterday. Today, every step I take on my left foot sounds like an expulsion of air. If this happened in 7th grade I would take the credit for the sound myself and would be the most popular kid in middle school — but since I’m older I guess it won’t do anything for my social status.
My Paper Clips Had a Party.
I don’t use paper clips very often, but I went to grab one today and I discovered that someone had connected them together — all of them. Since the culprit obviously just wanted to pull a gag and get some attention, I figure I’d give it to them here on my blog. Way to go, whoever you are . . . and when I find out who you are . . . well . . . let’s just hope I don’t find out who you are.