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Confession Session: The Stink Bomb.

I was a teenage rebel. I thought the conventional rules of posterior gas expulsion did not apply to me. I mean, why hold it in and hurt oneself, when it is possible to let it out for all to share?

I carried on this attitude as I grew up. Afterall, it's just natural gas, n'est pas?

And then that fateful morning, I walked into my usual 10 o'clock with sleep in my eyes and bowelful of air. As I closed the door behind me, sealing us all in, I let one rip.

At first, everyone was chatty, then "Ewww, what's that smell?"

Dogpile out of the meeting room, as people thought it was a sewer pipe leak. Someone mentioned smelling like sulfur, but I knew better.

....I hope people at work no longer read my page. posted by losir at 2:15 PM