“Farts for sale!” he yelled from behind a filthy push cart. Reaching for my wallet I told him I’d take two. He smiled wide and served ’em up.
Another shout against capitalism, eh? Good for you. Now we just got to start selling b.o. And to think, all those middle-class hippies just giving it away free.
I loved this idea. Why does the purchaser want two? Surely they’re cheaper by the dozen.