Your ass tells you you need to fart, gotta let one go, and right now. Upon
sphincter relaxation, you discover the backlog in there wasn'
t all just the 3rd state of matter. Nope. There was some liquid, and some solid, too. You have been...deceived. And you need to
change your shorts, at a minimum.
"Where's Bob?"
"He went home to
change his clothes. It was urgent."
"What happened?"
"Well he was in a meeting, and just had to fart, or so his ass promised him. Massive pressure. He finally lets 'er go. Well it turns out he shat some, too; he was deceived by his own ass into thinking it was just
gas, but it had mass".
"Deceiver!"
"Yes, filthy deceiving ass. Never trust a fart!"
"Amen to that,
brother."