My best friend had just got killed in a motorcycle accident. About a week later I driving North on 54 in Missouri close to Lake of the Ozarks. The weather was terrible ice and snow.
I hadn’t been driving very long. I was very tense. Then all of a sudden I heard and smelled a big fart. I looked over and saw my buddy over there in passenger seat giggling.
I started laughing and it made me feel at ease that he was with me.
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