Back when you were in school you would be hiding in the bathroom playing on your phone, maybe crying because Connor broke up with you. All the sudden one of the Para’s (para educators) would bust open the door and run to the toilet. All the sudden it’s WW3, the toilet bowl echos with the sound of atomic farts from the ass of the woman who was just sitting next to you in class helping you with math.
This mf in the stall next to me is fighting for their life… I heard a para fart and now I smell Taco Bell.
by Traumatized Child January 30, 2022