I could lay claim that I wrote the book on that
I like to do crop dusting.I could lay claim that I wrote the book on that
I walked through the wide open floor inside the Luxor, nobody within 200 feet in any direction, and plowed through a dense fart cloud. Who knows how long it had been sitting there?I like to do crop dusting.
Buddy picked me up to do some bar hopping one night. I jumped into his car and said "Who shit the pine cones?" He had cleaned the inside of the car early in the day and hung a couple of pine tree air freshers up. Just before I climbed in. He let out a huge fart. The smell between the 2 was just over powering. I had tears in my eyes from the smell. Ended up taking my car.I walked through the wide open floor inside the Luxor, nobody within 200 feet in any direction, and plowed through a dense fart cloud. Who knows how long it has been sitting there?
Just think.........he has to taste his reverse fart every time. That's punishment enough.Got a coworker that has acid reflex burps half the day. We would prefer he farts instead.