Horrifying Panty Burps Vol. 5
Everybody farts. And that’s okay.Just go read. Don't drink anything - seriously - unless you want to be cleaning it off your monitor and keyboard.
In fact, It’s more than okay. Farts often can be some of the funniest things ever. At least in retrospect. But when they happen unexpectedly, sometimes they’re the most mortifying things ever.
Here are your stories. And I call this series horrifying panty burps because one of you in your comments called farts panty burps. Which I thought was way too funny.
And, just because that's how I roll, here's my most embarassing fart story:
So, I'm in my Confirmation class at CCD (a.k.a. Sunday School for the non RC out there). It's Monday night, which is quite possibly the worst time to have additional classes. Hey, let's have the kids make it through a school day, then rush home to do their homework, scarf down dinner, *then* spend another hour and a half in class! Anyways, this was in the weeks leading up to Confirmation, and we were doing a practice run in the church. Picture this scene: 15 or so 14 & 15 year old boys and girls, one catechist (Sunday School teacher), and the priest. In a church at 7PM on a Monday night. Naturally, we had beans for dinner that night, because apparently Mom G. has an evil sense of humor.
After an hour or so of dinner percolating, I am just praying for class to end. I mean, I'm dying. I know what's coming, and I am holding on for dear life. And then, the priest decides we need to pray to end the class (honest, Father, I've been praying like heck the past 45 minutes...). Make it through the praying, and as I'm setting myself back down on the all-wooden pew, the holy mother of all air biscuits floats to the surface with a noise than can only be described as thunderous. The priest thought that G-d was talking to us in His outside voice.
Twenty years later, I still had people recounting that story...
That is all.