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.
Did it stink?
Thankfully it was nothing but roses.
um, i can pretty much vouch that it probably stunk.