So there’s a couple of old ladies in my apartment building who claim to be allergic to any kind of scent. They go around sniffing the air suspiciously whenever they’re in a room with other people. Today at our Sacrament Meeting, which we hold in the building’s Community Room, one of these bloodhounds sat next to me and began drawing in bushels of air in search of an offending perfume. She turned to me and asked “Are you wearing cologne?”
I replied: “No, but I just farted.”
I couldn’t help myself. Honest! She moved to another row of folding chairs.
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