Today while purchasing my usual comically sized huge cans of beer at the local derka derka mart I had the sudden urge to cast a toxic miasma from my anus. This was no common blast of ass gas. The tuna sandwiches with onion I'd had earlier really made this one into a paint peeler. After I released this monster with a quiet frrraaaap a group of nignogs came in to purchase cans of malt liquor and walked right into my smelly present. Seconds later the store was alive with their sounds of joggers blaming each other for the gas attack. The cashier was so involved in observing the zoo behavior he forget to ring up one of my four beers. Oh please /b/ tell us tales of how you have profited when joggers have entered normal human places.