Earlier in the day some coworkers and I were getting a two minute rest from work.  I was standing just outside my cube and in between their cubes.  We were joking around about heliports, and what we’d like to have a helicopter do had we been blessed with a ridiculous amount of money. 

“I’d like to have a helicopter fly my penthouse to another building.”  A coworker casually said, and with that I lost it. 

I laughed so genuinely hard that I temporarily lost control of myself, so much so that I up and unknowingly farted, really really loud.

Dead silence ensued as I turned around halfway before realizing that the noise was in fact from me having just farted.  I casually scuffed my left shoe against the floor as if that was the culprit, but it was too late, I turned to a coworker who said, “Uuuuuggggh” as he turned around to face away from me,  as I pointed and said, “hehe, yeah, I uhhhh, just…”

So yeah, I’m THAT guy today - the laugh so hard that you break really loud wind in a popping sound. 

The fart was so powerful that it has since been named The Big Popper.