People bunkerooed on Easter

Spring is the season of hope. I hoped there'd be bunker blasts at an important family gathering today, and there were.

This evening, an LAP backdoor breeze was detected - providing much amusement. But it wasn't nearly as uproarious as the SBD air biscuit that wafted later. As we were getting ready to leave, that telltale stench began to hover, and those now-familiar gasps of frustration were heard. Why, it was a bunker blast!

Cries of accusation sprang up throughout the room, but no suspects could be indicted for the looming stinker.