You were the tall dark haired guy with killer body that broke wind in the meat section at Dominicks tonight. I was the tall sexy
guy next to you that looked over and asked “Was that you?”. You quickly said “No.. Wasn’t me!”. You almost seemed insulted
I asked. As the stink grew you continued to deny your flatulence, but it was obvious it was you. I tried to get rid of the stench
by waiving the two loafs of French bread I had. You were beautiful man, and I’d love to meet up sometime, even if you are a chronic
flatulist.

• Location: Dominicks on Broadway
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