this is the last day of rob-blogging. i thought i'd end it with a bang. today i'll tell the legendary story of the fart dance.
now, rob insists this never happened. but there are two people who insist it did, and our collective memories outweigh his one.
rob and i were both in high school. i must've been a senior and rob a sophomore. one night i had my best friend bridgette sleep over. i loved bridgette. she was a terrible influence on me.
bridgette and i decided that it would be fun to spend the night on rob's giant waterbed. rob didn't like the idea at all and vocally opposed it. of course the minute he headed out with his friends for a night on the town she and i decided we'd do it anyway.
hours later and not sleepy at all, we heard rob coming home and we quickly ran to his bedroom, jumped into the waterbed and pretended to be asleep. a minute later he came in the room, saw us in his bed, then paused for a moment before muttering, "BITCHES!!" and beginning a low, maniacal laugh.
then, as bridgette and i lay there watching him through barely-open eyelid slits, rob began hopping and dancing around the waterbed, stopping occasionally to fart in our general direction.
now, i can't be sure they were actual farts, but i was definitely hearing fart sounds. and continual maniacal laughter. he was like a little fart leprechaun or something.
when he finally left the room bridgette and i looked at each other and bust out laughing. (but quietly, so he wouldn't hear us.)
i mean, come on... how could we make up a story like that???
Posted by xta at April 23, 2004 02:25 PM | TrackBack