who, honestly, is really affected by my flatulence in the office? nobody's ever said anything to me and ive unbashedly punished my desk chair through about 10 offices over about 12 years. i assume that im guarded by some shield of office etiquette that disuades any coworkers from making such a bold accusation.
anyway. im the punisher....and sometimes i get a little too close for comfort.
the closest ive come to getting caught (and office mens room doesnt matter...that shit is a fuckin shitshow man...no thought for keeping the peace...straight anatomical brass section crescendo) was when i was waiting for the single cup coffee maker to drip me some prepackaged french roast, and i let a dumpling fart roar out like a wack to a loose bass drum. in walks my coworker, this sweet young girl...and opens the fridge and looks up at me and asks with the innocence of a baby deer...
...what the fuck died in the fridge?
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