When trapped in an office with a terrible case of the farts, one gets up and does a couple of laps around the office perimeter, slowly and quietly squeezing off a continuous ass rip so as to allude to merely stretching your legs while in reality you are letting off some sever bung hole pressure.
If that fucking Lenny walks by my desk one more time doing the Cleveland Crop Duster, I’m going to kick him in the balls!
by The CLE Steamer May 12, 2009