Dear tv’s Craig Ferguson,
This morning as I passed my son’s bedroom door, I could hear him say,
“Mom, I had the strangest but funny dream. I dreamed about a farting orchestra.
That symphony was a work of fart.”
What can this mean?
PS When I asked him, his reply was simply,
“The day after Chili Day is always farty.”
Well if you need me and I’m not out mucking out the dog pens?
I’ll be in