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Terrence's Butt at the Poker Table: Niagara Falls

It happened in the middle of a tense game of poker, the kind where the players sit with hunched shoulders, each one trying to out-bluff the other. Terrence, a lanky man with curly hair and a crooked smile, had been doing fairly well for himself. He had a stack of chips in front of him, a good hand, and a smug expression on his face.

But then it happened. A loud, rumbling fart escaped from Terrence's backside, startling everyone at the table and causing them to jump in their seats. The sound was thunderous, echoing through the room like a stampede of wild horses. It was impossible to ignore, impossible to pretend it didn't happen.

And in that moment, everyone thought of Niagara Falls. The mighty waterfall, with its roar and power, could not be matched by Terence's fart. It was a force of nature, a thing of beauty and awe, and it left the players at the poker table stunned and speechless.

But as the initial shock wore off, the players began to laugh. They laughed until their sides hurt, tears streaming down their faces. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and joy.



And Terrence? He simply grinned, basking in the glory of his epic fart. He had made everyone laugh, brought them together in a moment of shared humor. As far as he was concerned, that was worth more than any poker winnings.

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