soooo. I was giving Doug a backrub, when I farted on him. or, more accurately, I farted on his face. even better? I did it on purpose.

it took him a few minutes to decide how to react....hrmmm...do I get angry, or do I laugh? thank god he decided it was humorous, 'cause me? I was rolling on the floor, literally. and crying. and had the uncontrollable giggles for the next half hour. 'cause man. that's just FUNNY.

and I don't know why it was such a hard decision for him anyway. because my farts smell like roses. (don't you at me! THEY DO.)