April: Yeah, Ry. That will be perfect.
Ryan: What? Seriously?
Kim: Seriously. Do it.
April: It’ll have him so hot.
Ryan: He probably won’t even be able to tell.
Kim: He’ll be able to tell. Doesn’t he always grope and fondle you whenever he arrives at your place, or you arrive at his?
Ryan: Most of the time, yes.
April: Then he’ll be able to tell for sure. You’ll have him so hot and bothered during dinner.
Kim: You’ll be his dessert.
Ryan: I think you two are under the impression that this will be a different type of dinner. I might try to talk to him during dinner about his lunch with Claire.
April: What a groundbreaking idea! Yes, Ry, you should talk with him.
Kim: I hate the bitch. I hope her lunch gave her gas.
I laughed out loud at Kim’s ill-wishing of gas.
Ryan: Kim, calm down now. There’s no need to wish farts upon someone.
Kim: Well, I do. I hope she farted all the way home.
April: And shit her pants in the car.
Ryan: And hopefully she had cloth seats. Then the shart particles are pressed in the weave of the seat.
April: And the seat will forever be stained!
Kim: What’s a shart?
April: What, seriously?
Ryan: A shart can be the result of what happens when you “trust the fart.” You must use extreme caution when trusting the fart in public. It could easily turn on you, and what you were hoping and trusting to be a simple fart, has turned into shit. So, a shart is a combination of shit and a fart.
April: Can I just say that I’m impressed by that explanation of the shart?
Ryan: Thank you.
I smiled proudly at April’s compliment about my knowledge of farts and poop.
Kim: Wow, that’s just something you two. Just something.
April: Now you’ve learned a valuable lesson in farting.
Ryan: Don’t trust the fart!
Kim: You best remember that “Mr. Iced Tea from the plastic jug going commando.” I’d be careful if I were you if you have any inclination to fart.
April: Don’t fart around Russell.
Ryan: I won’t. At least not intentionally. Unless I know that I can trust the fart.
