Like - I’ve farted before after I ate something and it definately stank.
But I’ve been sick - and on all this medication.
On top of that, I’ve been eating nothing but like, wheat bread pretty much lol.
I just farted
and omg
I normally kinda “like” (in this situation, the word “like” is a very loosely used word) my farts. I’m a little proud of how bad one smells, or how one sounds when it passes between my asscheeks.
This time was different. It kinda warmed up my inner buttcheeks to the point where I thought that I could have sharted.
Not only did it immediately make me uncomfortable, it also traveled with such great speed where as soon as I heard it, I smelled it.
It was like one of those new Volvo Semis hitting my face.
Some people have referred to some of my worst farts as smelling like “rotting cabbage.” This one was close to rotting cabbage rotting away in rotting something-that-smelled-rediculously-rotten.
I think I almost threw up in my mouth.
This was my own fart. My own creation.
I was so appaled, yet pleased. My mind has never been so confused about what to think about one single thing.
Ooops. There is another one.
I nearly dropped my phone. Because I farted and it is such a horrendous smell.
But so satisfying that I can create something so evil.
/fart story.
:meh:
Anyway - you ever notice how the more your fart smells - the like… more you enjoy it kinda?