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it's taco bell mixed with Dr. Pepper and rum at this point, I've been farting for several hours, and they are the long smelly kind. I call these the gastric room clearers. They are that terrible.
I felt sorry for my friend who was sitting next to me, and the guys who were behind me. Let's just say that the seat probably needs febreezed too.
it's taco bell mixed with Dr. Pepper and rum at this point, I've been farting for several hours, and they are the long smelly kind. I call these the gastric room clearers. They are that terrible.
I felt sorry for my friend who was sitting next to me, and the guys who were behind me. Let's just say that the seat probably needs febreezed too.
Oh I agree. A dog would though. Are they those kind that will follow you into the next room?
I think it just might have made it worse. I know it did for me.
Lol!
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Originally Posted by Prince_Frog
There's no way you could enjoy these farts, mags.
it's taco bell mixed with Dr. Pepper and rum at this point, I've been farting for several hours, and they are the long smelly kind. I call these the gastric room clearers. They are that terrible.
I felt sorry for my friend who was sitting next to me, and the guys who were behind me. Let's just say that the seat probably needs febreezed too.
Oh I agree. A dog would though. Are they those kind that will follow you into the next room?
No, mags. Let me put it to you like this, i will tell you the story of what i did.
I was drunk. I had eaten 2 tacos, a chicken quesadilla, and some nachos bell-grande, and that was all I had to eat today. After about an hour or so of that, I broke out the rum and dr. pepper and made some rather powerful drinks. in about another hour or 2, I was hammered drunk singing Lynard Skynard and texting people. I don't want to know what i texted.
So I started to get super gassy, and from the first bomb drop I knew it was going to be a rough night from that point on, but I fought on. I continued to drink my rum and pepper and play board games and sing. At some point most of my friends were standing in a corner talking about whatever was going on in there life, a lot of it was college crap. I walk over there, say hello, I'm drunk, and proceed to drop a bomb that I can only describe was the equivalent of a nuclear bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but it wasn't realized until I walked out of the garage(we were partying in a friend's garage.) As soon as I stepped out of the garage, I saw my friends begin to cover there noses in there shirts and move, but the damage had already been done. There puny shirts were no match for that stench. It got underneath there shirts and fumigated the entire garage, making them cough, gag, almost throw up. It covered the entire garage in taco bell alcohol fart smell. It was legendary. Stories will be told of this night, of my nuclear farts, and the taco bell that I shouldn't have eaten.
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Originally Posted by artemis agrotera
Lol!
hahahhaha.
Lol, and Seth MacFarlane is hilarious....
No body deserves to smell what these things smell like.
Haha I'm watching his movie "A Million Ways to Die in the West " right now.
I liked that better than 'Ted'
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Originally Posted by Prince_Frog
No, mags. Let me put it to you like this, i will tell you the story of what i did.
I was drunk. I had eaten 2 tacos, a chicken quesadilla, and some nachos bell-grande, and that was all I had to eat today. After about an hour or so of that, I broke out the rum and dr. pepper and made some rather powerful drinks. in about another hour or 2, I was hammered drunk singing Lynard Skynard and texting people. I don't want to know what i texted.
So I started to get super gassy, and from the first bomb drop I knew it was going to be a rough night from that point on, but I fought on. I continued to drink my rum and pepper and play board games and sing. At some point most of my friends were standing in a corner talking about whatever was going on in there life, a lot of it was college crap. I walk over there, say hello, I'm drunk, and proceed to drop a bomb that I can only describe was the equivalent of a nuclear bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but it wasn't realized until I walked out of the garage(we were partying in a friend's garage.) As soon as I stepped out of the garage, I saw my friends begin to cover there noses in there shirts and move, but the damage had already been done. There puny shirts were no match for that stench. It got underneath there shirts and fumigated the entire garage, making them cough, gag, almost throw up. It covered the entire garage in taco bell alcohol fart smell. It was legendary. Stories will be told of this night, of my nuclear farts, and the taco bell that I shouldn't have eaten.
No body deserves to smell what these things smell like.
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