Author Topic: My struggle with gaseous passing.  (Read 1002 times)

Hey guys I thought about farting, but I realized it would only bring misery. But the pressure got so bad, the fart burst through and out. A horrible wall of gas filled the room, and my only means of escape would be the upstairs passageway.

A tumble out of my chair proved difficult as I breathed in too much toxic gas, but I realized that I can filter the gas using my shirt collar and putting it over my nose and mouth. I quickly scrambled towards the stairs, the room filling with gas. My eyes started bleeding, but I made it out. I am posting this on my droid phone, my house is under quarantine.

not as bad as when I flooded my house with acid piss

Reminds me of that screenshot of a thread that ends in a guy posting "That's nothing, I once killed 6 million jews with my gas." and a picture of Riddler.
Picture get.

That's really loving nasty.

I've had to move 17 times for the exact reason. It never comes out. There's now man made hills from where my past houses were.

Guess you could say he...


gassed himself.
YEEEAAAAAHHH

At least you still have a pair of pants. Unless you stuff yourself.

what the hell, is this /co/ all of a sudden? why are we talking about farts?


nonono, i thought off topic was /b/, not /co/

I read the first sentence and immediately facepalmed.

Not as bad as when I skinned my mother and wore her skin as a hat.

Not as bad as when I skinned my mother and wore her skin as a hat.
i did that once
i made my father into a matching walking stick and cape

anyway,
what the heck, ike? o-o

That's nothing, I once killed 6 million jews with my gas.