so Joe was invited to dinner with his girl's family...
at the dinner table, Joe was wracked with gas building up.. he held
it the best he could..
but after 10 minutes, he let one rip..
the father said "Rover...!"
Joe was thinking.. they think it's Rover the dog sitting under my
chair.. this is good.. i can let go if i can't hold it in
anymore...
after about 5 minutes more, Joe was bloated again.. and let
rip...
the father cried out, "ROVER!"
Joe was thinking.. this is great.. the dog's getting all the
blame...
he let rip again after 10 minutes...
the father again cried out. "Rover!"
Joe thought.. okay.. i think there isn't anymore..
however, he again let rip the 4th time...
this time, the father cried out "Rover! get away from Joe before he
shits on you!"
