Funny!
When I read the title though, I had immediate flashbacks to my sedding rehearsal. See, we all came down with a stomach flu that week which was accompanied by a very nasty case of flatulence. Well, when we we done rehearsing up at the front of the chruch, it was time to practise walking back down the aisle. I had a sudden memory lapse forgetting about the wicked gas I had been having all week and decided to be a smartass and pick up my wife to carry her down the aisle. Well, you can guess what happened. To make matters worse, the preist was standing right behind me. When I turned around, the poor guy was gasping for air. Don't know why.....