All laughed out...
So now I have a couple stories.
Back when playing high school football, when I was a freshman. After a football game Rossville vs. Ringgold (us being Ringgold). When I was a freshman the senior team went 0 - 10. When I was a senior we went 9 - 2 or 9 - 3, something like that. Anyway, after the Rossville game my freshman year, we were back in this old nasty locker room that had its own built in stench. I felt the pressure rising, and using my grandmother's advice, "more room outside than in... " I eased a greasey one out. You know, the kind that actually leaves your rectum warm to almost hot, even with no sound. I'll never forget the shock of what happened next. The room was kind of quiet due to the seniors moping around trying to act like another loss was really bothering them. Then a sophomore buddy of mine next to me yells as loud as he could, "G***AMNIT JYRO ... YOU'RE ROTTEN!!!" My best friend next to me was crying laughing so hard and swears to this day he could see it moving up the wall - like you see a mirage in the desert, you know with the wavy/blurry lines. He swears that's what he saw moving up the wall. It smelt like the foulest rotten eggs you can imagine, it even nauseated me.
Then there was this buddy who I worked with at RPS while I was going through college. I really like this guy, he's one of my best buds. I feel bad for him cause his dad died just as he & I became friends. His dad died of intestinal cancer. Well, this guy (Wolf), always had the nastiest most powerful farts you ever smelt. Every single fart was at maximum stankyness. Of course he enjoyed them, but in the back of his mind he always wondered if his stankyness talent came from some intestinal disorder, like his dad. Anyway, one time he and I were walking out of work, across the yard to the gaurd shack. About a 100 yard walk, and he was telling me that he had a good'en coming on, and that he wanted to save it for the gaurd. It was about 20° outside and the gaurdshack was about 10' X 10', with a little heater on full blast about knee height. The building didn't hold heat so the heater was always screaming. I went first cause I didn't want to get caught in the cross-fire. Wolf came out holding a laugh so hard his face was red and he was about to blow snot bubbles. We got about 30' from the gaurd shack and the gaurd stepped out staring us down cussing. We both couldn't help but laugh our guts out and talked about it every day (practically) for the rest of the time I worked there.
One last thing I used to do, was get on my hands and knees, and ease my butt up to whoever's bedroom door (preferably with only underwear on). I'd do it slowly so they wouldn't hear me lean on the door. Then rip a big one on the door. Occasionally I could make the door rattle on the door jam - that was awesome - and met with some angry bedroom occupants.
- JyRO