So just the other day I noticed I was having extraordinary flatulence. I could rip nasty for nearly 7 seconds every time, like I was taking a rolling pin to a whoopie cushion. I was bored and decided to experiment. So I dropped my pants and pressed my bare ass against my shanty walls of my apartment and poot fluted my poop shoot. The reverberations echoed all through walls and floor boards, trailing off like in that one episode of spongebob where the people speak with fart sounds. It was glorious. Like a trumpet player taking a breathe in-between blows, my intestines recuperated my pooper airway enough to blast off again. The 3rd time I heard though the wall "What in the FUCK!" followed by a banging on the wall. "Knock that shit off!" I turned to look at the wall and where my ass was touching and it looked like ground zero. I have a giggle to myself and laugh. My ass returned to the wall and I started again. I squeezed out another intestinal symphony. I heard my neighbors door slam. About 10 seconds later I hear banging on my door. I clinched my cheeks and went into bed and got on Sep7agon.net.
Harassing my neighbors