So, to set this story up, let me say that we have a “fart jar.” Any time one of us farts anywhere outside of the bathroom, but in the apartment, we have to pay the jar $1. I made this rule up because the apartment is small, and Steve,my, and the dogs’ farts would fill up the apartment so fast we’d all suffocate.
Steve:”Oh man, I’m gonna fart on Winston!”
Lifts leg and sits halfway onto Winston
Me: “Don’t you dare.”
I proceed to throw daggers with my eyes…
Steve, realizing that I will murder him: “Pfft, you know I won’t. That will cost me a DOLLAR!”
“Oh yeah, and it’s mean.”