Farting should be kept to where it belongs...
...elevators and church.
I've got two more farting stories, which happened within a day of each other, back when I was in high school. At our small Catholic HS, we would all take our mid-terms and finals in the gym, which had been filled with desks for this purpose. One day during the January exams, one of my classmates let go with one that echoed throughout the gym. Though, some people didn't hear it right away--being a senior then, I knew
exactly who had done it at the other corner of the gym. A cute freshman girl (her name was Julie) who was in my homeroom gave me one of these looks as if to ask, "WTF?" I leaned over as if to do a "one cheek sneak." The look on Julie's face turned to utter disgust . . .
. . . The very next day, I was sitting in roughly the same area for another final, and my brother was across the gym, a row or two away. Sure enough, I hear him drop one. His fellow students were picking their desks up and moving them as much as they could, to get away from him. As for my brother, . . . it was kinda obvious that he had let go, because all he did was sit there laughing silently.
