My boyfriend suggested I "chill out" with the farting posts, but what would be the fun in that? So, this past Saturday I was enjoying myself with good friends and good (read: cheap) wine at a holiday party when a dude decided to let one rip. I don't know what homeboy had for din dins, but that shit was stank. I tried to ignore the stench as it drifted up my nostrils, but to no avail. I whispered to Tiffany, "Umm, do you smell that?" She nodded her head yes, and carried on talking, but honestly I could hardly concentrate on anything she was saying. A couple minutes later I get another a whiff. Tiff and I just stared at each other in shock. Two farts in five minutes--seriously, guy? Is this your sick way of spreading holiday cheer?
It was so unavoidable that the dude's friend called him out in front of everyone. I almost started to type that I felt sorry for him, but really, I didn't. It was so gross! I mean, Manhattan apartments are pretty small, so when someone cuts one, there is no escaping it.
Farting happens, I get it. But c'mon--if you're at a party and one sneaks out--go to the bathroom! Capiche? Does anyone else have any good party farting stories? Do share!