farting around

So Thomas and I were cutting up on the telphone Thursday afternoon during the 5:30pm newscast, right around the time the weather forecast came on. At one point he said, “Oh god, gotta fart!” While I was chastising him, with a laughing, but stern, “Thomas Raymond!” the television screen went to graphic, and the words Just Plain Nasty came onto the screen. fomcrotflmao&stdc (maybe it wasn’t that funny, but he and I were watching the same news and fell over laughing and laughed until we ached)

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.