shopping for goodie

Ok so like I was at the store the other day shopping for food for a dinner party I was giving. It was a very important dinner party cause I invited my boss and his new fiance, which just so happened to be an ex-paratrooper named Linda. She isn't that hot but I would definately give her a 7 on the "You're a little chunky but I would still attempt sexual intercourse with you after three or four Coors longnecks" scale. So I was at the super market in the produce section looking for this seasons organic land cucumbers for this wicked quiche recipe I got off of the internet. I'm examining this excellent specimen when all of a sudden Linda, the para-trooper, bumps into me. She excused herself and then she noticed who I was. To make a long story short, my brother farted in the oven while the quiche was baking and in a rush I served it anyway. To my surprise it tasted better than I expected. The dinner party was a success and my brother still has puss oozing off his ass from where he got burned. The moral of the story is: don't get too upset if a huge juicy fart is laid into the oven your organic land cucumber quiche is baking in because it will still taste good.