He did WHAT?!

Okay, I sooo have to tell you all what happened to Todd.

As you may (or may not) know, Todd is taking massage therapy classes at DCCC. He is getting ready to take "freebie" clients so let him know if you're interested.

ANYWAY!

In his class, as you can expect, they "practice" on each other. I doubt I could ever get used to derobing in a classroom. There's this one guy (name withheld to protect his identity) that no one in the class likes. He's THAT guy - you remember the one - always running about 10 minutes behind everyone else, asks dumb questions that make no sense, gives people the creeps. Yeah, him.

So the people in Todd's class don't like to get this guy as their partner. Todd tells stories of people getting massages by this guy and they're stiff as boards. No one wants to give him a massage either. Ewww!

So, the other day, I asked Todd how his class went. This is how the conversation went:

Me: How'd class go today?
Todd: Horrible
Me: Oh, no, you must have had him.
Todd: Yep
Me: Did he do anything to you?
Todd: Yes
Me: (getting a little defensive of my man), What did he do?
Todd: that son of a gun farted on me.
Me: (stiffling a giggle) Did he really?
Todd: Yes, we had to massage glutes and as he was rolling over, he let out a long, wet-sounding, smelly fart.
Me: (unable to breathe for laughing so hard) I'm so...no really I am...sorry.

In case you don't know, glutes are butt. They were learning glute massage and so this guy (sans underwear) waited until he was rolling over and FARTED.

The whole class LOST it. Todd said it sounded like they were in middle school again. Even the instructor was laughing. Todd wasn't (of course) but everyone else was.

And get this, the guy didn't even apologize! He just said, "it ain't THAT funny!" and waited on Todd to finish! Todd said he had to walk away for a minute. It was BAD!

The instructor told him that had NEVER happened before. Not in her massages, not in her classes. No one had ever farted during a massage! Word spread through the entire department like wildfire. My poor hubbie was the laughing stock of the department!

Sure wish I could figure out a name for "has been farted upon" - that would be GREAT!