I am going to rehome Middie if he doesn't stop farting.

He is sitting on my bed, releasing nuclear warheads from his ASS that befoul the entire room as effectively as a can of tear gas.

He tried his usual trick of glaring at me like I did it, but it was ruined by another squeaky little toot escaping.

BAHAHAHAHA

Oh Middie!

I just farted back at him.

IT TOOK ME TWENTY WHOLE MINUTES TO WORK UP THIS FART, AND IT DIDN'T EVEN ASPHYXIATE MY DOG.

Izzie and him could totally be friends... And fart at each other. She's totally a silent but deadly little bitch.

Ugh, the SBDs. . . Middie hasn't figured those out.

I vote that you visit so we can get videos of the fart war that will ensue. It will be a youtube sensation.