This Little Piggy went to Market and, boy-oh-boy, was it a successful trip! Not that I scored a bunch of things on sale. No, nothing like that. All we needed was brats, buns, briquettes and beer for dinner tonight. But I ran into a friend who I have not seen for years. Over a decade in fact. It was great! And then to top off the grocery outing, I spotted a whoopie cushion near the cash register. So while Brad Pitt was busy scanning items and pulling his wallet out of his pocket, I got busy sneaking up behind him and making the largest fart sounds you’ve ever heard. I don’t know what part was better: the insanely loud squeaking noise followed by a huge rumble of a fart or watching people try not to turn around and look for the culprit. I laughed so hard I couldn’t even try to contain myself. It was hysterical! And somehow Brad PItt and the cashier just stood there, expressionless. Impressive. I don’t know how they did it. Because it was damn funny.