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Second Hand Rose a True Story

Out shopping with a religious friend to a couple of antique stores
she purchased a couple of old French fashion prints,
we get back to her place and we are talking about the day
and all the lovelies we purchased and we were very pleased
when suddenly the stench of sulfur appeared out of nowhere
the odor seemed to encircle the place almost hovering over us
it was quite noxious we both winced as it hit our noses
she was convinced she brought a demon home with the prints
I helped her move them out to her garage we put them way in the back
and she threw holy water around them and then burned sage throughout
her house and then her car........I left, I really felt bad and I truly wanted to
tell her that I had ripped a nasty silent fart and there was no demon, but watching
her run around all freaked out over my fart was the best thing that happened all day
as I drove home I kept laughing and ripped a few more.