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June 23, 2004

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Lena

That is way too funny.

My friends and I had a gathering years ago and at some point my friend Dean said "I need to go look for Frank" and got up and started walking out of the room. I said "What the hell are you talking about?" he finally confessed that he needed to pass gas and felt that using the excuse of looking for "Frank, the cat" was a nice way of excusing himself from the room. There was one problem with this. The cat's name is Henry.

From that day on, anytime one of us needs to fart, we say "I'm going to look for Frank" and leave the room.

Jeff

Frank...ha! That's nice. Maybe he was thinking Hank? Anyway, great story.

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