Well....Time for my next one...
Subject of da day: Farts*
Dan gave out a large, gaseous fart. Grinning, he watched the people choke. Sauntering to the exit, he covered his mouth slowly as the gas reached his nostrils. He had a knack for powerful farts and he had even made a little graph to compare with.
He glanced below the 3rd mark. His fart was not certainly 1, the oldies fart, nor 2, the common fart. The third mark was usually a pretty strong fart he usually did but for this, he slashed a mark using his pencil at the 4th mark. It was his 5th 4 Grade so far.
At school, Dan was nicknamed quickly 'Gastronaut' once he gave out a 3 1/2 Grade. He slowly looked down at the last and final mark, Grade 5. He only did one so far after he finished baked beans, broccoli and a lot of chips. That kind of fart was like a fully-charged Wario fart, an atomic bomb.
Dan looked up after hearing someone yelling his name. It was his good ole friend Marc. Smiling, Dan knew he had to do his business again. Taking out a glass jar, he farted a 3 Grade in it and hastily closed it. He ran a little business of giving farts-in-a-jar, great for ruining siblings slumber parties. Passing the jar to Marc, he collected the money and walked off, wondering if he should start a company.
*I based it on a story I read so some of the crdit goes to it if you like this story soooooo much...