Blame it on the Dog.
My dad told me this joke when I called him earlier:
Jim is at dinner with his new girlfriend and her family.
About halfway through the meal, he has to fart. He leans over onto one ass-cheek and squeaks one out. The father looks at the dog and says, “Rusty! Come here!”
Good, He thinks, they think the dog did it. I’m in the clear.
He squeaks another one out, and the father looks at the dog again.
“Rusty! Get over here!”
Jim lets one more fly, and this time, it’s a little noisier than he expected.
“Rusty!” The father says, “Get out of the way! That man’s going to shit on you!”
