Today, I farted in the grocery store. The girl standing next to me was so startled that she consequently dropped a jar of pickles. At that very moment, a child was walking by, slipped in the pickle juice, fell onto the broken glass and hit her head on the floor.
I just got back from the hospital. The child is in a coma and the doctor has very little hope. The child’s mom sat by the bed holding her hand, weeping, silently begging God to bring her child back.
All I could think was, “Silent but deadly!”. Is that fucked up?