On Cabs and Flatulence

After a crazy night on the town, I was taking a cab back to my apartment at around 2:30am.

Without warning, I farted. Loud. I mean, really loud. It's something about those upholstered seats...

I think I scared the crap out of the cab driver. He almost swerved out of his lane. I pretended to be asleep in the back seat.

The End.