Flatulance

You're walking through Penn Station or maybe you're at a party. You're walking through the crowd to get to where you're looking to go and BAM! You walk right into a Flatulent fog. You grab your nose so you don't continue to smell it. You get dizzy. You wanna know who did it. But you'll never know. No one will look at you and say, "Oops, sorry mate. I had to let one go." So you try to get away from it and hope that no one thinks it's you. But someone will look at you as they smell it too. You feel like it's following you. Perhaps you are dragging the smell with you? Whatever. It's just nasty. It's like you're walking along, whistling your favorite tune and then you get hit by a big guy with a large piece of wood. He smacks you right in the face. You put on your hurt face look and you don't know what just happened. But this happens to us all. We have to let it go. It's not good to hold it inside. But there are people who enjoy leaving the fog behind. They get a kick out of seeing people choke in it.

You guys are just messed up.

:o