I've just given birth to an absolute behemoth. The toilet struggled to get it down but after letting the water drain through the cracks of my tightly compressed turd for a good 4 minutes, I finally plucked up the courage to go for a second flush, praying it would not rear it's head from the porcelain chamber. The second flush was success

-rep Its a common occurrence for an Indian restaurant to have an air of 1880's London however this dining sesh had a scent of an extra bucket having been thrown on the street.
I faked a bathroom break to source the smell only to trace it to this troglodyte blowing a gale force wind out his rectum. 1/10 never ordering a garlic naan again for fear of producing such a pong myself. PS. He was still managing to hit big with a butch lesbian looking man at the only table left with a lit candle!

-rep he took me out to a date but said he had to goto the bathroom, only to see him at a different table with another guy farting.
He also did a dine and dash

-rep during our dinner date he informed me he was "fartmaxxing" and then proceeded to create what can only be described as chainsaw-like flatulence which i estimated to be roughly 37 decibels.

hi joe joe

+rep would rather have a turnip if it was bad sex