That's Disgusting
I was sitting on the floor in Tucker's room, trying to beat him at a racing game. Sam and I were there to avoid our parents. All of a sudden I smelled corn.
"Hey, Tuck, how early does your mom start dinner?"
Tucker: About 5-5:30. Why?
"I smell corn."
Tucker: It's only 3, dude.
"Then why do I smell corn?"
Sam: I smell it now too.
We looked at Tucker who was quickly turning red from trying not to laugh.
Both of us: Out with it, Tuck.
Tucker: I just farted.
"That's DISGUSTING!"
Sam: I agree.
Tucker: Excuse me?
