Shameful Advance Retreat

A handful of days past, I relinquished my pride so-as to hell of speedway out of a computer lab due to my downside eruption of a most foul fart that undoubtedly caused an equally foul reaction from the random female parked next to me. Her knowledge of my accurate guilt is undeniable. But damn man her awkward blank stare masking her obvious concentration on my worthlessness is much better to think about when it's not burning an additional hole in the 180 of my neck. And then there's the natural question of how phenomenal it would be if I slipped a shitgas out of my glare-sprouted neckhole.

Oh God man why do my farts remind passerby of the burning Holocaust piles they've only but read about.