short story that happened to me in school 10 years ago

in 3rd grade, i was sitting down with my classmates while the teacher was in the middle of teaching her lesson and i urgently had this feeling to fart. at first, i thought it'll just be a quiet toot, nothing more to it. as i tried to ease and slowly push it out, it came off as pretty loud but short instead. the teacher stopped talking as it happened and i was quite embarrassed so i tried to act like i didn't fart and looked around cluelessly while sitting there like a statue. the kids that were near me started whispering to each other, specifically talking to this one person. i don't exactly remember what they said to him, but thankfully the teacher and kids quickly moved on to the next topic like nothing ever happened. phew, that was a close one...

COVER YOUR FARTS!!!!!

Detente

Seems more and more folks, and often women around me, are cracking ass and taking pride in it. Mind, they're friends, but a few years previous I'd assume it would be rather held in.

LET EM FART!

I like pharts. It adds even more class to a classy fenomenon.

It was so loud and wet it silenced every loud noise in my house… the attachment has nothing to do with me farting

I, to a single melody of an innocent rumble beneath my ribs, have greatly fallen under absolute no control whatsoever, and released an emerald blitz of such a tempest that it is not other flatulent winds that could beat this immaculate, utterly stupendous, and verdant fartation. This flatulence isnt merely powered just by muscle, but of unadulterated struggle and sacrifice. Such dynamism this flatulent zephyr has! The world crumbles under sheer volcanic magnitude that whole mountains have divided apart a thousand infinities. Even Richter Scales break and fragmentalize under superlative acuteness from the vigorous mistral i have composed. The wind is like a blitzkrieg, sieging through hundreds of yards of fortified stone. I forevermore cannot have assurance of a simple, adolescent rumble. You all can't trust the flatulence i have made. Even the cosmos retaliate, or even try to retaliate the fart rising to the stratosphere then shattering it. Perhaps I, who has apparently been through such a stomach betrayal, should go use the restroom...