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Commented Jul 19, 2019 17:35 by anonymous
You are one dirty Puerto Rican
Commented Mar 2, 2020 23:41 by anonymous
No harm done
Commented May 3, 2021 17:06 by Beserker
Lmao you're an asshole
Commented Aug 12, 2022 14:48 by anonymous
I'm a videogame developer and used to work for Disney. The engineering groups were on the lower floors and snooty admin people on the higher floors. Whenever a memo or other shit would come down that we hated, several of us would gather in the elevator, fart intensely to really stink it up, and then send the elevator to the admin floor. A secretary sat close to the elevator. The door would open and she would often send me a private message about people gagging around the elevator. Vengeance was served!
Commented Aug 12, 2022 15:00 by anonymous
I sometimes have the most rancid farts one could possibly experience. I was moving my wife from one apartment to her new place and farted in the elevator just before the doors opened. As I stepped out, a couple of younger punk-looking guys walked into the elevator. I quickly rounded the corner and started laughing to myself as I heard one of them yelling that I had shit on the elevator! I could not stop laughing long enough to tell my wife what happened. I guess it was a good thing that she was moving out.