The following is a true story. It is also very gross.

Yesterday, in the computer lab, some guy was working on an assignment. Various other people, myself included, were working happily on other things, when slowly, a malodour began to waft through the air.

Most of us didn't want to say anything when the smell was still relatively weak, but as the funk grew, we couldn't help it. Moans started to fill room. We had to use our shirts as filters, so we could breathe some semi-acceptable air. Some unsuspecting people started to enter the lab...and stopped dead in their tracks. "Gahaahhh! What's that nasty smell?!" was not an uncommon reaction.

Finally, that guy realized it was he who smelled. He stood and left. The smell remained, however. He returned some time later, wearing a jacket, potentially to cover up his nefarious scent. Then he had the gall to ask whether the room still smelled, trying to deflect the blame from himself. We all saw through his clever little ploy. He is now forever dubbed the "Funk Bomb".

Some time later, someone had a stroke of genius and opened a window.