A few weeks ago Jesse and I went to a Tigers game with some friends. I was sitting there enjoying the game when suddenly I smelled something foul. An ass was on fire somewhere near me. Not wanting to embarrass anyone I kept my mouth shut. It happened a couple times and as my eyes started to water, I still remained silent. Jesse and the un-named friend left to go get some beer or something. While they were gone I smelled it again so I was convinced that it was not anyone I was with and that it was the older gentleman sitting in front of us. I smiled and felt sorry for his family sitting next to him. I figured that we could move our seats if the onslaught of noxious fumes continued. When Jesse and no-name returned, I told Jesse that it was the dude sitting in front of us. We laughed because we are not mature. Next thing we knew, the girlfriend of nameless had moved to to the seat in the row behind me. Apparently it was not the poor old man in front of us with the volcanic ass. It was the anonymous friend. Ah good times. I haven't laughed that hard since the last time I was exposed to nasty stink.