So I farted in this chick’s face today at work. We work closely together, but she was sort of pissing me off a little today. So, by the end of the day, after eating a nice pulled pork sandwhich with coleslaw, I mustered up enough steam to really blow one out at her.
I walked over to her, asked her what she was doing this weekend, and while doing this, I queued the fart up inside me, so it was right at the door, ready to be unleased. I turned around, and then I blasted it. Right in her face. It was loud, and it was wet. It was like the kind of fart where you’re actually a little scared – you’re not totally sure if you really want to check your underwear or not. It felt so good to let this one rip right in her face.
At any rate, it was a good one, and The Farting Preacher would be proud of me. Needless to say, my coworker called me by her patented phrase “You vile nasty buzzard”. Then, I left for the day, my job was done. 🙂