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Ahhh, sweet beauty of relief farting in the halls The odor of gas, released warming up my ***** I do it every chance I get maybe meds, or dietary choice Everyone knows the happy feeling a silent, ******** type of voice The twisted faces and features of my coworkers, and boss Priceless as gems, with the knowledge of their olfactory loss They think they know the culprit but they never will accost Reeling like gut punched fighters from the fruits, of my exhaust
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
Dusting the halls
Ahhh, sweet beauty of relief farting in the halls The odor of gas, released warming up my ***** I do it every chance I get maybe meds, or dietary choice Everyone knows the happy feeling a silent, ******** type of voice The twisted faces and features of my coworkers, and boss Priceless as gems, with the knowledge of their olfactory loss They think they know the culprit but they never will accost Reeling like gut punched fighters from the fruits, of my exhaust
Had to redo this one :D Body related jokes are always funny. even if you're no longer a juvenile (well in body, that is) ;D~
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
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