it's really been bothering me, this tick tick fart. seven days ago, i buried the fart under the hardwood floor. i had the constable over for dinner, and the beating of the tick tick fart chilled my bawns. it drove me mad until i was sad and confessed that it was i who'd lain that fart to rest. the constable, unaware that there were any missing boops, seemed to think i was a bit odd, so we continued making out between the seven-course meal.
