When you're out with your mates in a pub and somebody drops their guts in the vicinity. The mate who complains the most about the flatus surprises you later when he admits it was him all along.
We were down the pub last night having a quiet beer, when Ewan did a Silent but Eardley. It fucking reeked.
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