The other day I was working at The Gonch where a middle aged lady was trying on bras. Cool. I found more of them that she might like and brought them to her change room. As I knocked on the door, I noticed it smelled a little nasty. Maybe someone farted and walked away. Nope. When the lady opened her change room door- BAM!- I got punched in the face by the most putrid smell. I'm not kidding, this lady was foul. I almost died. Okay, I didn't almost die, but I did nearly vomit. I've got a weak stomach when it comes to raunchy odors.
Fartboxing: The act of passing gas in an enclosed area and exposing some unfortunate (and usually unsuspecting) person to the toxic fumes.
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When I was a kid, I'd go to Zellers with my grandma, who can compete with the best when it comes to nasty farts. I specifically remember one time when she farted, then we hid in the clothes racks and watched people's reactions when they walked through the stench. They'd look like they were ready to vomit. I think I have the world's coolest Grandma. :D
Hahahha, that's awesome! Ha.
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