A Lovely Picture

So here's a lovely picture of Disney's Boardwalk to make up for the gross story I'm about to tell you.
Adam and I were walking over to Epcot just now. Its a nice evening, cool but not rainy. Epcot had very fancy French sounding music playing from the park. The smell of fancy food is in the air. Fancy high class people are walking all around.

And I have to fart.

I know its going to be a loud one too. What to do? What to do??

I go under an umbrella thing and just totally let it rip. The closest person is about 20 feet away, that's the good news. Bad news, umbrella made it echo. Everyone within 100 yards turns to stare at me.

I bust out laughing. I'm laughing so hard my whole body is shaking and no sound is coming out. Adam decides at this moment he has to poopie, and is trying to hand me our backpack. He's mad I'm laughing so hard I can't take it!

He accuses me of being too caught up in my fart. But to be clear, I was caught up in the *sound* the fart made. Can you blame me?

Off to the piano bar for the evening!