Rob: "Drew, if you fart in zero gravity, will the force propel you forward?"
Drew: "Depends on what kind of pants you're wearing."
Rob: "Say you aren't wearing pants."
Drew: "Then yeah. You won't notice it much, but yeah."
Stacey: "If ever there were a reason to become an astronaut, that's it."
A few minutes later...
Rob: "If you're wearing pants and you fart in them, it'll pull you backwards, right?"
Drew: "Makes sense."
Stacey: "I'm blogging this."
Mind you, they talk about these things with utmost seriousness.
Angie, please, please come up here this weekend. I need a girl. I'll make you cookies.
3 months ago
4 comments:
ok maybe Nice Husband isn't engineer enough for that conversation, but i won't know until i get him and drew in their natural habitat.
LMAO..farting in space! What will they think of next!
I'm gonna tryb my bestest, sweetie. It's all gonna depend on when my current boss releases me from the agreement we made for me to stick on until the find a new waitress/waiter.
:x
You left out the part where I said something about the conservation of momentum.
bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!! I really wish I could be there for this kind of stuff! I miss you guys so much it's not even funny! We must hang out again someday. Maybe once they rebuild New Orleans and clear out all the Melinda-killing black mold, we can all meet at Cafe du Monde for beignets and butt-watching!
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