So I guess some foreigners spent their time building the fart-o-meter and I couldn't be happier for it. Once and for all we can now see who has the deadliest gas. The fun that this could contraption could bring a bunch of overgrown man-children is infinitely endless. Then it begs the question, would you still fuck a smoke even though she's got the fart-o-meter high score? Everyone knows chicks secretly love rippin ass that smells like rotten chicken soup.
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