Many years ago my best friend who was the Hendrix of farting in sound variations and super horror smells had just picked up his new junker station wagon and stopped to get me for one of our somewhat standard 800 mile plus all day all night cruises in NE.....
Few miles later we hit 495 north and he starts wailing on his gas guitar and they reek unbelievably bad so I frantically reach for the window handle and its not there.... I look over at him with a look of complete horror and he has the Cheshire Cat thing going and rips some more.... I dive over the front seat into the back and again no handles .... both sides................... U F...er I yell and he is laughing and farting up a storm at the same time....
After I twisted his ear from behind he lowered his window and the wagons rear window..... finally I could breathe.... I swore he took the handles off but he said he did not and that the $300 wagon came like that.
The Horror
***8 track player raggy weed assorted wild vitamins strange fungi cheap beer lots of cigarettes Wild Turkey miles of road and our youth.....