"Side bodies", along with cankles, muffin tops, tummy pooch, man boobs, saddle bags, spare tires, and thunder thighs belongs on a poster on the wall of the creepiest butcher shop ever.
I still can't imagine this scenario. You like to sit next to your date, but in this scenario you were sitting across your date, so I guess I get that. Then someone came in and squished you. Was this someone you knew or a stranger? Then you farted on their bread basket. The only way that could happen is if they left the table, and you brought the bread basket down from the table to your ass. Or you lifted your ass up to the table then farted. Eitherway the owners of the bread basket would have to be not present, and someone would surly have seen you do this, in a crowded place.
I'm most horrified by what your date must have thought. Then again, there are silent farts escaping the ass all the time without being noticed.
There is entirely too much silent farting in this town.
Anytime rug rash is mentioned, I'm all ears, or mouths, whatevahs.
I think I might have stood up and yelled, "I been shot."
And I'm waiting for all the "what's with these boring rants," to start being posted.
Don't forget the Fupa (fat upper pussy area).
I'm most horrified by what your date must have thought. Then again, there are silent farts escaping the ass all the time without being noticed.