I was in the lift alone, it was ascending to 5 floor, where my office was based.
I just had to fart,
I was alone, why not, loud and proud, go for it.
The thunder oozed out, the panels rattled.
Oh my, it was pungent, moist, my eyes hazy, my nose recoiled back into my skull, my god, who dug up the dead cow.
The lift arrived on the fourth floor, Sharon my nemesis and seems she's on a permanent menstrual cycle got in, the lift doors met in the centre and going up to my floor.
I looked at Sharon, the skin on her face had zombified, she looked dead green. Her eyes danced like billiard balls.
I thought to myself her stop is on the eighth floor,
I couldn't contain my laughter when I stepped out of the lift.
Yes.