dead of winter back in michigan, one of them 0 degree days. I had my infamous gut mangling, yet ever so delicious chili the night before and brought some in to work. I farted the whole drive to the office and it was so bad I had to keep the windows down for the whole ride in.
Got on the elevator, I work on one of the top floors of the building so my ride is long. Shit got crowded almost immediately. Got through the first two floors when my stomach started to hurt badly. That kind of intestinal gas pain where you just want to roll up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep, hoping you'll fart it out while dreaming about pleasant things.
I wasn't about to sit there and have tears rolling down my cheeks 'cause of no damned gas...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAABRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP PPPPP
The smell was suffocating and it filled the air with a violent speed I've never witnessed ever in life. One woman gagged, folks covered their noses en mass, all you heard was lil whispers...
oh my god...
what the fuck...
I'm gonna be sick
oh my, oh holy hell
The only other bruh on the elevator just stared at me until he couldn't take it anymore...
NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK???!!!
My floor came, I got off, turned around and held up my lunch bag and said "chili" and walked away.