Monetary Consideration

The Screaming Mermaid

My daughter was wearing her outfit from last Halloween today…I have no idea why.  She was the little mermaid.  I was sitting on the couch.  She came running toward me, screaming at the top of her lungs.  She dove headfirst into the couch and did a somersault, putting her bottom in the air.  She continued screaming as she farted.  Then she unsomersaulted and farted again.  She successfully created the grossest fartfield around me that I have ever encountered.  Then she ran away laughing as I tried not to vomit into my sleeve.  From now on every boat and/or drinking establishment I name will have something to do with the screaming mermaid.  The end.