Does Flatulence Belong in a Book?
Just saw the funniest story in the news. Apparently the cops in Chicago were looking for a guy with a felony arrest warrant. Usually, in those circumstances, a K-9 unite might be deployed. Turned out to not be necessary. The suspect, who well hidden, according to authorities, must have had a raging case of rooty-tootie-stinky-bootie. He let out a trumpeting blast frim his hindquarters and alerted the officers to his location.
OK, now that is pretty funny. So funny that I really want to find a way to incorporate this into a book. The question is, does bathroom humor have a place in a thriller? What do you think?