Fully got fartboxed in a change room at The Blouse. Didn't see it coming. A cute little lady ripped one, so when I opened the door after she left- WHAM! Like a punch to the nose. Hypothetical blood everywhere. Almost chundered. Shudder.
Can't believe I got fartboxed like that. Brutal.
Maybe I should do the boxing. Maybe I should save up a stinker, let it fester a bit, pull a motorcycle in a change room, and quickly shut the door to trap in the "flavour". Then KAPOW! Some poor sucker would get boxed. They'd never know it was me either.
Sigh... but that would be mean.
Stupid high road.
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