Here’s my contribution to the ‘repost’ facebook disease which I truly do not comprehend: except mine’s a true story…

when I was twelve and got to my London middle school, the first friend I made (beyond the two BFF girls who adopted me right away) was a boy… his name was Lee, he was new like me, sat next to me, he was cute, but wouldn’t look at me. then another boy farted. or so Lee and I thought. And just like that, as we looked at each other and giggled, our friendship was born. Repost if flatulence has changed your life in any deep and personal way… (sigh)