So Thomas and I were cutting up on the telphone Thursday afternoon during the 5:30pm newscast, right around the time the weather forecast came on. At one point he said, “Oh god, gotta fart!” While I was chastising him, with a laughing, but stern, “Thomas Raymond!” the television screen went to graphic, and the words Just Plain Nasty came onto the screen. fomcrotflmao&stdc (maybe it wasn’t that funny, but he and I were watching the same news and fell over laughing and laughed until we ached)
farting around
Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I Sim, I TikTok, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my life partner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins
