In order to write the next part of the progressive story I searched Google to find the right phrase for flatulation and found Justin’s site. I admit it’s a strange way to find a site and not the type of thing you’d bring up at the dinner table. “In my search for a farting euphemism I found a lovely web site.” In any case, it led me to a genuinely funny story.

Justin was using the restroom and heard someone break wind in one of the stalls. Without thinking, he imitated the Bronx cheer, then realized his faux pas and began to snicker. If I had been a fly on the wall, I fear I would have wet my little fly britches after witnessing the spectacle. I still laugh when I recall the story.

It will make more sense if you read it straight from the fart-noise-making mouth of Justin. It’s too bad he stopped writing, I thoroughly enjoyed reading his archives.