Got His Second, Third, Fourth Wind

(My husband and I have a roommate. One morning, I come down stairs to find she’s written a note, explaining she had some of our juice, followed by a signature and time. Since I’ll be long gone for work by the time she wakes up, I write a quick response to let her know it’s not a problem and sign and time it like she did. I go into the kitchen to make my lunch for the day and come out to find my husband giggling.)

Me: “What’s so funny?”

Husband: “Did you read the letter she left?”

Me: “Uh… yeah? What’s so funny about it?

(I look down at the note to see a new line added. It reads:)

Note: I” farted. –[Husband], 12:01 am, 2:30 am, 2:45 am, 4:00 am, too many to count.”