What immediately springs to mind was a time when i was at Chicago airport and i heard the door in the cubicle next to me swing open and slam shut with some urgency. a zip rip and an almighty splatter - sounded like someone dropped a several carrier bags of water from a tall building. quickly followed by this almighty groan. like the fkr hadn't breathed for 10 minutes.
My instant reaction was to cheer out load, start yee haaing and bang the cubicle walls.. .to which the rest of the toilet joined in. i carried on clapping and cheering every tightly squeezed fart he made from there onwards - making sure i left before him!
That could well have been his most memorable otter releasing exercise he every had, if it weren't ruined by the prick in the cubicle next to him giving him vocal support ;)
Is this like "shit therapy"
What immediately springs to mind was a time when i was at Chicago airport and i heard the door in the cubicle next to me swing open and slam shut with some urgency. a zip rip and an almighty splatter - sounded like someone dropped a several carrier bags of water from a tall building. quickly followed by this almighty groan. like the fkr hadn't breathed for 10 minutes.
My instant reaction was to cheer out load, start yee haaing and bang the cubicle walls.. .to which the rest of the toilet joined in. i carried on clapping and cheering every tightly squeezed fart he made from there onwards - making sure i left before him!
That could well have been his most memorable otter releasing exercise he every had, if it weren't ruined by the prick in the cubicle next to him giving him vocal support ;)