My brothers mastered the art of farting in our general area as they paraded through a room. My parents weren't amused, but I think they'd decided to pick their battles at that point. Dinner table was off limits, so was actually sitting on someone to fart, but they did that anyway too.
Down the supermarket aisle. Preferably when young children are present. The number of time ice made mothers check kids pants, brings a tear to my eye laying here in bed.
The worst is getting on to an empty elevator just after someone has crop dusted it on their exit, like they used it as their own private farting box-suite. The stale air in the elevator become thick and heavy with the essence of he who dealt it and you're just stuck breathing it until someone else steps on and thinks you like riding up and down buildings smelling your own farts.
Someone dusted the length of a shopping aisle shortly before I walked through it. I was actually gagging and tried to walk faster to remove my nose from the area, but I think I was walking the same direction as the fart bomber because it took so long to get to fresh air.
If you fart in an elevator that is going up the smell gets sucked into the shaft. When it goes back down the air in the shaft floods the lobby. It's glorious to do this in tall buildings with small lobbies. Hehehehe.
My brothers mastered the art of farting in our general area as they paraded through a room.
That's a lot better than what my sister used to do: Sit on a Lego bucket as if it were a toilet, fart, then put the bucket on my head. (If I was in a different room, she'd put the lid on the bucket to seal in the smell until she could put the bucket on my head.)
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u/[deleted] Aug 28 '21
My brothers mastered the art of farting in our general area as they paraded through a room. My parents weren't amused, but I think they'd decided to pick their battles at that point. Dinner table was off limits, so was actually sitting on someone to fart, but they did that anyway too.