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You know, people are getting so touchy these days. I just read this news story about a THIRTEEN year old kid who got arrested.

When I saw the headline I thought, "Man, this country is going to hell in a hand basket. What did this criminal mastermind DO, anyway?? Did he steal a car? Get his moms attention by throwing a cleaver at her head? Sexually assault his little sibling??"

Noooo....

No, this kid farted in school. And then got arrested. Apparently I went to school with a bunch of felons and didn't even know it.

Besides, have you seen what they feed these kids in school lunchrooms?? And "The Man" is going to blame intestinal distress on HIM??!

Let's file this under "Give Me A Fucking Break, Please."

The teacher said that he was purposefully farting and therefore disrupting the class. Plus? This little fucker turned off a few computers that his friends were working on.

I think it would be far more incredible if you could find me a 13 year old who doesn't fart on command and then fall to his knees in laughter. In fact, invert the age and find me a 31 year old who isn't the same way. I double dog DARE you.


Comments

Jormengrund said…
Heck, I'm 36, and my wife SWEARS that I've got stock in air fresheners!

There was a time, not so long ago, when teachers actually let kids be.... KIDS!

I don't know what they're expecting now. Maybe if we all arrested the little hooigans for acting so childish, they'd grow up faster!

Wait, is that why planned parenthood classes are so full nowadays?
Daisy said…
I am the mom of 4 boys and 2 girls. We all die laughing when someone farts. I'm 48 years old and still appreciate a good ol' "fart fest" that the kids will provide. My girls are no slouches in this department- never to be outdone by their 4 brothers. I read about this poor kid too. Ridiculous.
Anonymous said…
Safety!!
Anonymous said…
I farted when I read this,,,LOL

#1
Anonymous said…
It's unfair, because at school you can't blame it on the dog.
robkroese said…
All 13 year olds belong in jail.
Awesome. I should've gotten in trouble a lot at that age, then. I stunk.

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