Bridget knocked on the door to Funzo’s room.
“Who is it?” She heard Funzo call out.
“Who else would it be Fatty Boom Boom? It’s Bridget! Let me in!” She called back.
Bridget heard a tumbling noise, knowing it must be Funzo doing a forward roll towards the
door to unlock it.
“Come in,” Funzo said weakly.
“Move out of the way,” Bridget spat at Funzo as she walked inside. She did it in a manner
to show off her new expensive outfit. She turned and posed for Funzo to see her. And
why not? It was his money that paid for it. She let him soak in her $300 pants, her $800
shoes, her $400 blouse, her new $500 coat, and $1000 sunglasses. What did she care? He
slept with her sister, and now she ruined his life. It wasn’t even though, oh no, she had a
lot more rubbing it in to do.
“Do you have the car lot opening check?”
“Yeah,” Funzo lifted a leg and farted. “It’s in the bathroom”
Bridget crinkled her nose and fanned the fumes away. “Eeww! You’re extra stinky today
fattie. Now why is the check in the bathroom?”
“I started crying when I, hyuck, got back and left it in there.”
“God you need to man up. Or clown up at least.”
Bridget gave Funzo a look of disdain and opened the bathroom. She thought she’d see the
check on the counter, but instead saw a fat, little, pink and whit clown girl. She had her
arm propped up on a knee and was swinging her oversized foot back and forth. It was
even bigger than Funzo’s feet!
“Hi! I’m Caitlyn Clown! Nice to meetcha, and Good Night!” Caitlyn said as she jumped
down from the counter with a squeaky landing. She then turned her big butt to Bridget and
farted a horrible smelling fart.
Bridget gasped for air, as all she could think was this little clown girl’s farts were as bad as
Funzo’s. she dropped to her knees and coughed. When she looked up she saw Funzo’s
big butt in her face. He then let out a stink as bad as that Caitlyn Clown’s. Bridget turned
away to avoid it but ended up pressing her face into Caitlyn’s butt, who was already
unleashing a foul fart. The two clowns farted over and over in Bridget’s face, turning it
into a game. They would take turns pulling each other’s finger and giggling. Soon Bridget
passed out.
Bridget came through every now and again to hear voices, but she could not identify who
they belonged to. She was so groggy that she only got bits and pieces.
“…Mike help me carry her.”
“…I’ve got the feet mom.”
“Watch the pot holes! They make your sister and Funzo fart!”
“…Put her on the bed!”
“Get her clothes off except for…!”
“Funzo rub this into her legs! Caitlyn watch to see if she’s waking up! Mike take her shoes
off!”
“…I got the nose ointment!”
“She waking up again!”
“I got it this time! She’ll love this fart!” Honk!
“Flip her over onto her….”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Caitlyn she’s waking up”
“On it mom!” Honk! “Take a whiff of this girlfriend!”
“I already got her stomach…”
“Wow mommy! This stuff acts fast.”
And with that last one Bridget was out until morning.