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It's the fart game, you'll play one day son
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<blockquote data-quote="BOD" data-source="post: 817776" data-attributes="member: 8193"><p>I was at work last year and one of my colleagues had his crash helmet on the table ready to put on before leaving. A few people were gathered all talking rather noisily in a group and I got the sudden urge to let one go. It was a particularly bad day in the fart department, even by my standards which was fueled by stale beer and a kebab from the night before.</p><p>Anyway, as I sat on the the edge of the table I noticed the crash helmet at the far end with its visor clicked open <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/classics/browsmiley.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":hubba:" title="hubba hubba :hubba:" data-shortname=":hubba:" /> I then proceeded to edge along the table towards it, still nodding and pretending I was into the conversation that was going on. I was by now square in front of the helmet and could hold it in no longer and with great skill and cunning slyness, I leaned forward, rested my elbow on my knee and stroked my chin, nodding like I was in total agreement with the topic being discussed and let the hottest steam off into the helmet for a good 5 seconds before leaning back and gently closing the visor, standing up and saying " im off home". </p><p></p><p>At this everyone looked at the clock and started to make a move for the door, I walked into the guy beside me who grabbed my sleeve and whispered " dirty bastard" while smirking. I didnt actually see the look on the bikers face but I heard the screams and accusations going on from the office as I made my way for the bus <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> :$<img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/classics/moon.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":moonie:" title="moonie :moonie:" data-shortname=":moonie:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BOD, post: 817776, member: 8193"] I was at work last year and one of my colleagues had his crash helmet on the table ready to put on before leaving. A few people were gathered all talking rather noisily in a group and I got the sudden urge to let one go. It was a particularly bad day in the fart department, even by my standards which was fueled by stale beer and a kebab from the night before. Anyway, as I sat on the the edge of the table I noticed the crash helmet at the far end with its visor clicked open :hubba: I then proceeded to edge along the table towards it, still nodding and pretending I was into the conversation that was going on. I was by now square in front of the helmet and could hold it in no longer and with great skill and cunning slyness, I leaned forward, rested my elbow on my knee and stroked my chin, nodding like I was in total agreement with the topic being discussed and let the hottest steam off into the helmet for a good 5 seconds before leaning back and gently closing the visor, standing up and saying " im off home". At this everyone looked at the clock and started to make a move for the door, I walked into the guy beside me who grabbed my sleeve and whispered " dirty bastard" while smirking. I didnt actually see the look on the bikers face but I heard the screams and accusations going on from the office as I made my way for the bus :D :$:moonie: [/QUOTE]
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