<yet again thank angie for this one>
You were hanging out with your boyfriend Taylor and his best friend Dillon at his house.
You had eaten Taco Bell the night before and were feeling kinda gassy.
Dillon cracked a really funny joke and you started laughing uncontrollably.
You farted.
It was loud and everything got quiet.
"Which one of you two Nastards did that?" Dillon asked opening the window.
You looked at Taylor wide eyed.
"I did." He said laughing.
"Oh you dog." Dillon said turning the fan on.
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"See ya later bro!"
"You too man. Get some tonight!"
"Trust me, I will."
"Uh no you won't." You said as you drove off.
"Oh really." He said with a smirk. "I think you owe me one."
"Nope."
"Yup. Should I call Dillon and tell him who really pooted?"
"You wouldn't dare."
Taylor picked up his phone and called Dillon.
"Hey bro! Yeah remember when I farted on your couch? Well actually it-"
You took his phone and threw it out the window.
"I hate you, you know that." You took over the steering wheel and pulled in to a Walmart parking lot. You took off your seatbelt and climbed on top of him. You took off his seatbelt and laid his seat back.
"Im gonna get laid in a Walmart parking lot?"
"Do you have a problem with that??"
"Proceed."
---end---
