Get The Depends

All the girls I live with decided to watch Step Brothers out in our common room after dinner. There were two girls on the couch and I sat on the floor with Molly on our bright pink shag carpet. Erin was out at work so she couldn't join us. In the middle of the movie Katie let out the loudest, smelliest fart...right into my face. Yep, she farted in my face.




Nope, she didn't just fart in my face. Today was bean burrito day at the dining hall, and Katie realized that she had sharted a little bit into her pants. So not only did I get a whiff of this little present from my suite mate but it was part shit. Let me tell you, there is nothing more disgusting than getting a fresh whiff of a shart.



We're gonna need some of these