On one of the memorable trips home from the U, my Dad and I played a game by calling each other names. These were creative names. It went on for a while before we started to repeat names.
Anyway, he called me a flatus bag.
"A what?" I asked. "A fart catcher?"
Doing service at a hospital in Picayune, MS l learned that he wasn't making them up. I busted up laughing when I was stacking up inventory and came across them.
Posted by Michael at June 18, 2004 09:34 PM