RagnarokIV
Battlebus imprisoning me \m/ >.< \m/
One time in high school we were in maths class and my friend farted. Haha that was funny, everyone laughed.
I wasn’t about to let this bastard steal the show though, so I let one out too. The joke didn’t get old, and everyone was now laughing to my fart!
My so called “friend” didn’t back down like a punk ass bitch though and instead started running his mouth (or rather, his ass). So he unleashed a MOAB tier loud fart that even attracted the attention of the teacher.
I was fucked, everyone was laughing in celebration to his fart and I was doomed to be second best. Runner up. The girl in class would never fall in love with me now.
Humiliation via my opponent’s ass - and not even in a cool Rikishi WWF way.
I was always the Bam Margera of the group, but I was about to assert my dominance and upgrade myself to the Johnny Knoxville status of my friend.
I gave my ass a little moment of prep and then went Super Saiyan.
BRRRRRRPPPPPP - the ultimate in anus power was finally mine, and witness as I unleash it! - BRRRRRRRRPPPPPP
It was the perfect symphony of ass blast - the nasal highs of a French horn balanced perfectly against the brass trumpet style fart.
Clashing in there was the guttural bowel lows sending a rumble through my chair.
As if the holy trinity of farts timbre flowed as one.
He was fucked and he knew it - there was no coming back. “Oh my god, did you just shit yourself?!”
-Haha of course not man, don’t be fucken stupid! Hahaha
Sadly I did indeed shit my pants. Imagine stink lines and flies like the fly camouflage in Metal Gear Solid 3.
20 minutes passed “are you sure you haven’t shit yourself? It’s still stinking!”
-No way man haha, you’re a dumbass.
As soon as the class finished I ran home and showered. I didn’t go back that day.
I didn’t sleep at night because I remembered a kid who shit his pants and left it until lunch but the poo had dried in his pants and turned crusty. The kids nicknamed him Crusty The Clown and he carried that nickname for a decade.
Thankfully Jesus was smiling down on me that day because the following morning in school the big news was about some other kid who died of brain disease or some shit over night.
Thank you Jesus, I never became a casualty of high school life.
Did you ever poo in your pants during high school?
I wasn’t about to let this bastard steal the show though, so I let one out too. The joke didn’t get old, and everyone was now laughing to my fart!
My so called “friend” didn’t back down like a punk ass bitch though and instead started running his mouth (or rather, his ass). So he unleashed a MOAB tier loud fart that even attracted the attention of the teacher.
I was fucked, everyone was laughing in celebration to his fart and I was doomed to be second best. Runner up. The girl in class would never fall in love with me now.
Humiliation via my opponent’s ass - and not even in a cool Rikishi WWF way.
I was always the Bam Margera of the group, but I was about to assert my dominance and upgrade myself to the Johnny Knoxville status of my friend.
I gave my ass a little moment of prep and then went Super Saiyan.
BRRRRRRPPPPPP - the ultimate in anus power was finally mine, and witness as I unleash it! - BRRRRRRRRPPPPPP
It was the perfect symphony of ass blast - the nasal highs of a French horn balanced perfectly against the brass trumpet style fart.
Clashing in there was the guttural bowel lows sending a rumble through my chair.
As if the holy trinity of farts timbre flowed as one.
He was fucked and he knew it - there was no coming back. “Oh my god, did you just shit yourself?!”
-Haha of course not man, don’t be fucken stupid! Hahaha
Sadly I did indeed shit my pants. Imagine stink lines and flies like the fly camouflage in Metal Gear Solid 3.
20 minutes passed “are you sure you haven’t shit yourself? It’s still stinking!”
-No way man haha, you’re a dumbass.
As soon as the class finished I ran home and showered. I didn’t go back that day.
I didn’t sleep at night because I remembered a kid who shit his pants and left it until lunch but the poo had dried in his pants and turned crusty. The kids nicknamed him Crusty The Clown and he carried that nickname for a decade.
Thankfully Jesus was smiling down on me that day because the following morning in school the big news was about some other kid who died of brain disease or some shit over night.
Thank you Jesus, I never became a casualty of high school life.
Did you ever poo in your pants during high school?
