Tonight for my birthday, Tim, the boys, and I ventured out to Buffalo Wild Wings to celebrate my birthday. It's our new favorite place to go with the boys because it's loud, so the boys can be loud, and the backs of the booths are high, so boys can stand up while still not being creepy peeping Toms to the people around us. Anyway, the waitress was clearly taken with Benny. So everytime she can to the table she ask Benny if he was being good, if he was having fun, etc.
Toward the end of dinner Benny made a pained face, and said that his tummy hurt. No less than 3 seconds later, I heard a wet flatulent sound come from his backside. I checked out the situation and discovered that Benny had a wet spot on his back side where his fanny had once been. Benny was not the least bit concerned and just continued eating.
Right on cue, the waitress came over to give us our check and asked Benny is he liked his chicken. Benny's reply was priceless. "Yeah," said Benny, "I had a wet toot". The waitress turned to me with wide, questioning eyes. While trying to slide under the table unnoticed I just said "He has a tummy ache."
Happy birthday to me.
4 comments:
His face was a cross between smelling the worst smell in the world and having a deep thought.
How awful on any given day, let alone your birthday!
Happy Birthday!!!
I love your stories. And the tag team replays are hilarious!
Happy Birthday to you!
This might be the funniest story I've heard in a long time.....
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