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It's the fart game, you'll play one day son
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<blockquote data-quote="PepeLePew" data-source="post: 818053" data-attributes="member: 4895"><p>In an old job I had a mate who I used to have stupid races with. Given we would usually be the last in work and at our desk; if we spotted one another in the street we would have to race to try and not be last in. We worked on the 5th floor and he had a crush on this babe on the 6th floor; but he's mortally shy and would never initiate anything.</p><p>Anyway one day we had raced a couple of hundred metres, got to the lift at the same time, got in and this babe gets in with us. The run had made my gut gasses move about a lot. And I knew I couldn't hold it in, pressed for the lift to stop at the third floor after depositing a silent hum-dinger in with the other two occupants. </p><p>He was well impressed with my complete destruction of his chances in the space of two floors <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/classics/king.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":king:" title="azking :king:" data-shortname=":king:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PepeLePew, post: 818053, member: 4895"] In an old job I had a mate who I used to have stupid races with. Given we would usually be the last in work and at our desk; if we spotted one another in the street we would have to race to try and not be last in. We worked on the 5th floor and he had a crush on this babe on the 6th floor; but he's mortally shy and would never initiate anything. Anyway one day we had raced a couple of hundred metres, got to the lift at the same time, got in and this babe gets in with us. The run had made my gut gasses move about a lot. And I knew I couldn't hold it in, pressed for the lift to stop at the third floor after depositing a silent hum-dinger in with the other two occupants. He was well impressed with my complete destruction of his chances in the space of two floors :king: [/QUOTE]
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