I wish I could say this was an exaggeration, but anyone who reads my twitter (not so subtle hint to totally read my twitter) will know that someday, someone (probably my husband) is going to come to my home, find me dead in my office with no obvious wounds or trauma. they will wonder what the hell happened as there is no reason a healthy, reclusive woman in her 30’s is just dead.
the answer is easy.
death by dog farts.
don’t think that’s possible? I used to be a biologist so I’m totally right.
my dog will have killed me with his toxic butt gasses.
please don’t put that on my tombstone
or do.
I won’t care
because I will have been asphyxiated by great dane flatulence.