So the other day I was at the gas station, and while I was looking for a drink, I got a sudden gassy feeling. So I grabbed my stuff and I start putting stuff on the counter and start the normal small talk and hand her my money.
So she starts giving me my change and by this time I can't handle the gassiness. So I grab my change and proceed to go to my car, and as I reach the car, I can't handle it anymore. I grab onto the car for dear life, and let out a fart that can barely be described in words. If I could describe it, it would be as so. My cheeks bloomed open like a spring flower and I let forth a mighty trump, the likes of which would make gods shake in fear. I'm hanging onto my side mirror of my car for dear life, as my swollen intestines forcefully deflate, causing my ass hams to thunderously clap together. The sound that came out would rival any Ricer's sub-woofer. As the rest of the noxious air blasted out of me, I was filled with a sudden rush of ectasy to finally get that out of my body.
I looked behind me to see the gas station attendant in utter shock. She then told me that she shorted me 2 dollars. I briskly jumped into my car and drove off. I don't think I'll ever be going back to that gas station again.
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