Originally Posted by
somtamslap
I'd just put in a hard hour down the gym and was feeling rather fucking pleased with myself. Jeans and t-shirt back on, I pop in the headphones, crank up the audiobook and strut down the road, cool as a fucking cucumber. I mean, I've got a real confidence about me; I am swaggering - at this moment in time, I'm walking the walk - I own this town.
A wave of methane then traces its way through my intestines, and I cock a leg to part with one of the loudest farts I've ever heard - I mean I could hear the fucker over Bill Bryson's dulcet tones. I look behind me and less than a metre back is a beautiful girl suppressing a smirk.
Suddenly I'm the smallest person on the planet, and after a meek apology I run home crying.
Darn this perpetual flatulence.