Last night while I was entertaining a (non-inflatable) lady-friend with (non-bathroom related) stories about my brief stint as a South American communist dictator, I somehow managed to fart continuously for an hour and a half. I'm not sure if she noticed or not because the farts weren't especially smelly, but I was droppin' some
serious friggin' bombs.
I knew that this morning's dump(s) would be hellacious, but I seriously underestimated exactly how hellacious they would be. I let loose a two-foot python in the stall here at work that has the entire staff here talking (in between gasps for breath). I guess we'll have to wait and see if the aforementioned girl noticed that some asshole was talkin' shit behind my back all last night...