The Car Farts So the same girl that I lost the bet to uses me as her fart cushion still today, almost 10 years later. When she first got her license, almost 2 years ago, she asked me to go out with her to celebrate. I, being nice and hoping it'd end well, agreed. When we got to the mall, where we were celebrating, she decided she wanted to go to this Mexican Restaurant. I knew how Mexican food made her so I didn't stop her. So we went to the restaurant and we ate. She had 2 bean burritos and a large cheese quesadilla, me a taco. The way out, she looked at me and said "You're in for a treat." When we got back to the car, I went to get in the passenger seat but she looked at me and told me to get in the drivers seat. I, not having my license, looked at her confused. She explained how she wanted me to sit on the floor of the car with my head on her seat. At this point, I knew I was in for something amazing. I walked over to the driver side, sat down on the floor and put my head on her seat and waited for her to get in. She looked at me and said, "Ohh boy, this is gonna be fun." As she got in the car, she ripped a solid 6 second fart in my face. I sniffed it and she giggled before asking how it smelt. It was amazing. When she sat down, the barrage started. For a solid 5 minutes, she filled my lungs and air pockets under her with gas. I was in Heaven, sniffing all of it up. As we went home, she began to focus more on the road than remembering that my face was her seat, ripping fart after fart. At one point, she partially sharted and decided to wipe her leggings on the seat aka my face. When we got home, she sighed, farted once more, and got up before looking at me and saying, "Let's do this more often". I nodded and watched her drive home knowing that my life just got 10x better. |
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