And it left a Cleveland Steamer on the plumbing isle. Evidently, the leftover tuna casserole we ate for dinner had turned. I had a big ole bowl of it and there was a little left so I fed it my pit, Peach. When we pulled into the parking lot, I felt a rumble down below and I didn’t think nothing of if. I just thought it was the pickled eggs I had for breakfast. Anyhow, me and ole Peach pit are walking through the store getting what we need. I happen to bend down and look at the bug zappers when a lil toot snuck out but I quickly realize this wasn’t no regular lil toot. I start an Olympic paced duck walk to the bathroom. The whole dadgum way I’m crop dusting people with my walkin’ farts. Almost don’t make it to the bathroom. Luckily, the browns made it to the Super Bowl. WHOOOOOWEEEEE! There was so much pressure I think I coulda cleared an 8’ fence in the wind! While I’m in there, I can hear poor ole Peach’s belly start making some ungodly noises. She’s starts whining rAt Ning around the stall, and looking for that perfect spot. The guy in the stall next to me is gagging. Ole Peach settled down. I got myself cleaned up as best I could with that John Wayne TP they got in there. Anyhow, Ole Peach and me start headin’ out the store so I could get her outside and let her do her thang. The whole way out, I could hear ole Peach’s belly rumbling again. We’re heading toward the doors, she’s pulling like a freight train on the leash trying to make it outside. She starts crop dusting people on the flooring isle. I’m gagging cause she’s got the walking farts now. And hers are twice as bad cause she’s got 4 legs. We were almost there! I could see daylight! All of a sudden she stops and gives me this “I can’t make it, daddy” look and drops the goods right there on the plumbing isle. This one guy got all sorts of mad and storms off. WHEN YOU GOTTA GO, YOU GOTTA GO!!! 
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