Harold, Stop Farting.

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Dude, he just farted, he got that gas gas,
that, passed too much weed, puffed too hard, no gallbladder just blast, gas, that rip a hole up in the seat of that new Trackhawk, DAYUM, Gas, that, turbo spool couldn’t drown that rumble, exhaust scream past, super GAS.

Gas, gas, bruh he rippin’ ass, gas, gas, hella stankin’ ass.

blowin up the bathroom, they screamin’ bioterrorism,
I told ‘em grab the Lysol shit, the fuck, this air is sizzlin’, bubblin’ the physics missin’,
bruh, did you duece in there, you said you was just pissin’,
and now the damn T-S-A stormin’ our suitcases,
lookin for the source of whatever be fuckin’ stankin’
good lord gracious man, get a colonoscopy,
that shit be smellin worse, than a month old rotten colostomy,
bag that got left in the back of a jet, parked in the hanger, middle of summer in an airport near Dallas…

shit,
that gas is callous, ass rippin through masks, n95 or otherwise, that’s some potent ass cabbage, gah damn man, I dropped my Amazon package, shit blew in the wind knocked me over, I’m damaged! like holy halibut Harold what the fuck did you eat!?
it smells like you ate shit, straight off the street,
and then it came right back out, and fucked us all up,
bro I be fartin, but what the fuck that’s a murder scene,
we are not the same bruh.

call the police, or a doctor,
or a god damned priest or some shit…
i dunno what the fuck in there,
but gah dayum son that shit stank!


Sorry, buddy ripped some grim reaper gas in the car, locked the window switch, I had to upload so if I suffocate from the poot cloud, my family knows how it went down.

Spread love, not ass gas.

fart outside, not inside the whip.

lord.
save me.
please.