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Practical joke #150

November 5, 2010
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Working with a construction crew as a teenager was a blast most days. We were always teasing each other and cutting up. The older guys would go out, get drunk, and come dragging in the morning to do it again. One could always tell that they had been out the night before because anyone could smell it in their sweat and then they always felt the need to fart right next to someone while they were busy working.

After a few episodes of farting next to me (absolutely horrid farts) I decided to pay them back. Particularly a man named Destry because of his farting with reckless abandon. He would stink up the place I was working and leave with no conscience, just a sinister quiet giggle as he would sneak away. I vowed that if I ever had to fart he was going to be my first victim.

I decided to increase the odds of a payback happening at an opportune time. I heard Destry talk about going out one night as I was going home. I knew he would come dragging in the next day and it would be a great time for revenge. So, on the way to work, I stopped and bought two foot-long, red chili, burrito’s and promptly swallowed them down before I clocked in to work. Just as I had heard Destry did go out and he was nauseous from too much beer.

Two hours passed and the burritos‘ began to work their magic. My stomach started making horrid sounds. Destry was working in a fiberglass building that was completely closed except for a 3 ‘ x 3’ door. When the time was right I crept in behind him and let it go! the fart was so bad that I couldn’t stand it myself so I promptly came out of the building. Destry came out 2 seconds behind me and hit the ground. I said “Destry are you alright ?” . He looked sick and couldn’t answer. Then, the answer came…Putrid beer all over the ground! All of the other workers came over to see what was the matter and he found the strength to tell them that I farted. With all that damage… I never lived it down while I was working there. And I don’t think that he ever did either because he didn’t want to go out drinking any more after that day!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. November 5, 2010 8:40 pm

    HAHA! Embarrassing but funny!!

    • November 6, 2010 2:28 am

      Yeah I’m just glad I didn’t crap my pants…talk about a bad backfire!

  2. November 6, 2010 12:29 pm

    He-he-he. That’s sick! F-Art…
    where you’ll always find a hidden treasure
    beneath the tarp. Warp and woof = barf.

    • November 6, 2010 1:55 pm

      Yeah…Those fella’s would torture me daily…especially Destry! I just took it until I couldn’t no more and then I figured out a way to get them back…turned out better than I could have hoped! 🙂

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