Fluff for Miss Furley

Not one to let sleeping dogs lie, I thought I might give Rhonda a laugh and any one else reading, if they are inclined to laugh at the odd fart type story. The previous photo of David, the prat who left us for higher learning reminded me of the time the dirty git let one rip inside a night club dance floor. Damn near cleared the joint. After the placed had cleared and he was left standing in his own waft he proceeded to turn around and shout "It was Jodie"....