I just took a gander at the Earth Day booths outside Grand Central. I took some pictures.
P.S. If one more person emails me and/or calls me “Missile Fart” in person, I will make sure and live up to said name should I ever be in your company. DO YOU HEAR ME!
I’m trying to imagine what sound a Missle Fart would make. Maybe it would be like a tight whistle fart that ended in a dry Popcorn Fart blast.
Don’t feel so bad. Some redneck on the back of the bus in elementary school used to call me “Cow ma-nora.”
Nora, I’ll totally kick that redneck’s ass for you. I’ll retro kick his ass.