I was never that proficient. My most amusing chemical warfare story involved a co-conspirator. I’d watch MNF with some friends at a small pub near work that made their own chili just for the games. This was in the early 00’s before the craft beer craze really took off so one of the better tap options was Guinness. One fuzzy Tuesday morning the shop was a little slow so I was standing in a circle with about 10 other guys just shooting the shit. My guts rumbled, shifted, & I almost lifted off the ground passing so much gas. But, it was silent… A few seconds later everyone started gagging and I started laughing my ass off. Everyone except someone that I watched MNF with the night before, he was laughing his ass off too. When we calmed down enough to talk we both asked each other “Did you shit your pants too?” and proceeded to laugh even harder while everyone in that half of the shop died from our chemical warfareI worked with a guy in the early 90's, that had some sort of early weight loss surgery.
It didn't matter what this guy ate, he could clear a large room with one toot............he would come into the locker room/shit house in the morning, head for a shitter, and say........party's over boys.........and people would be almost running over people to get out before he started his business.............