Now that summer is creeping up on New York, I've been sleeping with one of my bedroom windows open. My bedroom faces the street...a factor I forgot about until last night...when around 3 AM I was awakened with this snippet of conversation from three stories below:
CLEARLY DRUNK, FLATULENT GIRL: Shut up Stacy! I did not fucking fart! If I did fucking fart I would have told you. You know I ALWAYS tell you when I fart, you fucking bitch. God, I hate you. I can't believe you accused me of farting when I didn't fart - knowing that I would TELL YOU if I farted.
STACY: You faaaarted. You faaaaaaarted. You faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarted.
I didn't bother to get up and look out to check out Stacy and her flatulent friend.
I only hope that CLEARLY DRUNK, FLATULENT GIRL beat her up...or at the very least farted on Stacy's face.