One day in church during the processional quite by accident I ripped a humongous fart. Since the whole church was quiet the sound of this fart reverbated off every wall in the church. You can just imagine the guilt ,shame and relief I felt for doing what comes naturally. The whole congregration treated me like I was the devil himself after that. So weeks went by and I stopped going etc. all because of one good rip in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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