Okay, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it.
A week or so ago I posted about a telemarketer gone rogue, who was able to subdue me because I was weak from the effects of a Ninja Fart that Dan had hired to assassinate me in my sleep.
(You can refresh your memory here.)
It was a night like any other night.
Dan was snoring his ass off and I was lying awake, plotting his demise. I had casually pressed a pillow against all of his air holes and was gently applying pressure when suddenly, out of the blue, a fart so powerful, so pervasive, so silent, leaped from his ass and with rapid-fire precision, proceeded to attempt to kill me without leaving so much as a mark.
I never even heard it coming.
One minute I was
This fart broke all laws of gravity. It hovered in mid-air over my head (picture the Matrix, only without Keanu) and violated all rules of the time-space continuum. (I have no idea what that means, but I can picture it in my head.)
I clawed at the air and fell out of bed, crawling towards the window croaking, "Air... air... I need air..."
I could actually feel my spirit leaving my body as I made one final, desperate lunge at the window, pushed it open, and stuck my head out in the frigid sub zero air.
I sat there breathing until icicles formed on my nose and fart crystals created a green cloud in the vicinity of Dan's ass.
When I finally climbed back in bed I was so weak and defenseless that I couldn't even kick the crap out of him with my icy little feet. Instead, I just laid there, watching the ominous cloud of fart turn itself into the shape of a dragon and finally, finally, disappear into the atmosphere with a silent but deadly "poof."
When morning eventually dawned and Dan's alarm went off, I was still wide awake, terrified of the return of the Ninja Fart.
After Dan hit snooze three times (have I ever mentioned how much I hate that? JUST GET OUT OF BED. Seriously. SERIOUSLY. I do NOT understand the purpose of snooze. I just don't) he finally rolled over and gave me his sleepy good morning smile.
Dan: *looking all innocent and sweet* "MMmmmm... morning, baby... How did you sleep?"
Me: *looking pissed off, haggard, and like I'd spent the previous 8 hours fending off Ninjas* "I didn't."
Dan: *looking surprised, even though I never sleep and he knows it* "Why?"
Me: *waxing eloquent about his snoring, his bed hogging, his snoring, his farting, his snoring, and finally, the Ninja Fart*
Dan: *looking pleased as punch* "Really? IT WAS THAT GOOD?"