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listen  jim guthrie read  the little prince laugh  ryan belleville
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My first instinct was to laugh, as I always do, and then I saw him turn around to discover the flower head, holding it in his hand, looking slightly embarrassed. I pretended to look in the other direction as if I hadn't seen a thing. The unfortunate thing, though, is that when I do look over, he is standing there by himself, holding the head of the huge flower, looks at the plant from which it came from, back to the flower head and starts snorting. I should have stopped and laughed there alongside him, but instead I kept moving forward into the crowd, trying to stifle my laughter so that the people coming towards me on the street wouldn't think I was a complete psycho. I pretended to yawn so my face could relax, I pretended to cough, I pretended to tie my shoe in an alleyway. This happened for the next ten minutes. And it's such a shame that one cannot laugh by one's self without feeling guilty about doing it. This happened to me in Thailand when I was the lone independent traveller in a group tour of Elephant trekkers. From behind, I heard this "Phooooooooooooooooof!" sound of a magnitude I'd never heard "Phoofing" before, turned around to investigate and saw two Israeli backpackers on the elephant behind me plugging their noses, squirming and flailing their arms in the air directly in front of them to disperse what must have been a gigantic elephant fart from the pachyderm on which I was aboard. I turned around and couldn't stop laughing and convulsing in my seat. It's no wonder no one wanted to talk to me after the tour.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |