Darn it, my office reeks...

 

 

I had figure out how to spell a fart and not just any fart, the reader had to smell it. Hear it. See the gross odor. The reader had to feel the intense burn as the slow welding release of gas filtered into the atmosphere. The smell that made people dart for the nearest exit. The kind that you hear. The kind that makes your face scrunch up. The kind that fill your nose. The kind that make you stifle a laugh and hope no one realizes it was....YOU! The kind that you hope never to have every minute of every day, year after year after year after year...

 

RIPPPP, No, no that won't work. Bluumph! Nope, not it either. (frustration until, Ah, ha)
Do you know there is a web site for fart sounds?  No really, fart sounds. Like wet ones, and burning ones and those damn farts that smell like rotten eggs. The kind that reek and toot and make you laugh...

 

Thus for the better part of my afternoon I hampered down to Dooley Deadwood's life and the continuing Tales of Higher Commands.