So Mothers Day was Sunday, and I was with the wifes family. We were all sitting around a table outside eating fried chicken and mashed potatoes. I was feeling a little full after downing a couple of sodas and suddenly I felt a flatulent wave cresting. I begin to panic as we were sitting on a metal seat and the loudest sound was my father in-law ( a full blooded Mexican I might add ) applying a layer of salt so thick on his pollo it looked frozen and the chewing sounds of the rest of my wifes familia in East L.A., I knew that if I wasn't careful I would cause quite the embarrassment for myself. See, Mexicans may appreciate a good beer belch after a few Budweisers but blowing one out at the table was ! no buena .
There was a tense pause where I thought I could " pillow " it out, but then I felt the wave return moving up through my lower intestine and into my chest. I burped proudly and matron Theda said; " Su respira los olores como mi asno. "
There was a tense pause where I thought I could " pillow " it out, but then I felt the wave return moving up through my lower intestine and into my chest. I burped proudly and matron Theda said; " Su respira los olores como mi asno. "
