boorish connection

I was walking along my workplace’s big ass carpark with Eric and Doug. Eric was beside me and Doug was slightly to the front. We just came back from a very good lunch and were talking about stuffs when suddenly, I heard a faint sound of rumble. Then, followed by a loud, low frequency bellowing howl without echo, which came from behind us. POOOOT.

That’s when I yelped

“FUCK ERIC ! YOU SUCK !”

That’s Eric’s fart. Ripped right beside me. Instead of showing some remorse of his contemptible act, he gave me a snigger.

I immediately scampered to the front with Doug, as I do not want to procrastinate until Eric’s foul gas reaches my nostril. I was complaining that to Doug :

“Damn that immoral midget ! He fucking farted !”

That’s when I hear another BVOOOORRTT ! with a slight vibration felt on the ground. It was Doug’s fart this time.

“HOLY SHIT DOUG !” And I ran away from both of them.

Then Eric replied his fart, PFFFOOOOOOT !
Doug farts back, BRAAAAAAAPPP !

“WHAT THE FUCK !?!?!?” I shouted at them from a few meters away, to which, they ignored.

Doug and Eric then gave each other a pat on the shoulder for a flatulence well done, and laughed indecorously at me for being such a queer.

Goddamn ! Aren’t old people suppose to be role model and shits like that ?

Fortunately, they did not do all that inside my car…