Speaking of what in the hell…

I was walking down an isolated hallway, and there was a gentlemen about 30 feet in front of me. He must not have heard me behind him because he let a big pant ripping fart go. I ended up walking right into it, there was no where else to go.

I think the worst place to have some one fart would be right ahead of you on a rope ladder. You have to maintain your balance on a rope ladder and you need your concentration, the last thing you would want is some dookie wind coming at you.

Just a thought, it would also suck if the ladder was dangling above a shark tank and the sharks were mad because they were all born on the same day and it was that day and nobody had given them a gift. Not even a card. But they had no idea there was a surprise party planned for them, and you could tell them this but you are to intoxicated by the stinky fart and you are trying to maintain your balance on a shaky ladder, also you wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.

JU

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