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I laughed and giggled I let out one then two they were rather loud, whoops I laughed out,  one more followed they really stunk too. I was in hysterics my friends thought I was gross, but they laughed to, it was like a baby ***** had exploded in the room, the laughter was followed by heaving that regurgitated smell not leaving the room. The laughter reached new levels, my sides were hurting to, but then I felt one brewing, and so I did push to make it a special brew. My laughter was short lived as a wet guff came out, followed by a wet feeling going down my leg. My friends were laughing till a brown patch appeared on my trousers and a log dropped out of my trousers and on to the floor. Silence seemed like forever then they laughed out louder than before heaving and running for the door. I was red faced, I couldn't move fast enough to the toilet as another log fell on the floor, I pulled down and my  boxers were a brown stain, where they were once sky blue before. Never again would I push out a **** for the crowd, for you never know what may come a guff of putrid air, or the embarrassing wetness down your leg and on to somebody's floor...
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
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I laughed and giggled I let out one then two they were rather loud, whoops I laughed out,  one more followed they really stunk too. I was in hysterics my friends thought I was gross, but they laughed to, it was like a baby ***** had exploded in the room, the laughter was followed by heaving that regurgitated smell not leaving the room. The laughter reached new levels, my sides were hurting to, but then I felt one brewing, and so I did push to make it a special brew. My laughter was short lived as a wet guff came out, followed by a wet feeling going down my leg. My friends were laughing till a brown patch appeared on my trousers and a log dropped out of my trousers and on to the floor. Silence seemed like forever then they laughed out louder than before heaving and running for the door. I was red faced, I couldn't move fast enough to the toilet as another log fell on the floor, I pulled down and my  boxers were a brown stain, where they were once sky blue before. Never again would I push out a **** for the crowd, for you never know what may come a guff of putrid air, or the embarrassing wetness down your leg and on to somebody's floor...
A friend asked me to write a funny ****** one...
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
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