I HATE FAKE FARTS

Yesterday I was at work and I felt like my stomach was about to explode. So I went to the man’s bathroom on my floor, got my pants down and sat on that beautiful porcelain throne.

ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT I ONLY NEED TO FART.

Luckily I was smart enough to double check with some paper and I realized that I had actually defecated a little. Man, just dodged a big fat bullet.

FUCK YOU FAKE FARTS
I HATE YOU FAKE FARTS