It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and I’m at my sister’s.

Joy and I have each farted on each other’s heads at least once.

It’s going to be a long night.

  • Wait… you have farted on each other’s heads tonight? Or this is something you did growing up? Or both?

    This sounds like a very Hickey Thanksgiving already!

  • Snooze

    I hope they weren’t wet farts.

  • 😆

    Lesley, it was that night. And we probably did it growing up, too.

    Snooze, my sister might of sharted. She was forcing hers a little too much.