Okay, I can't believe I'm going to tell this story, but I will. When we were investigating the old school in Wells River, I...had gas wicked bad. Okay, I said it. But here's the funny part, we were sitting this huge room that echoed every little sound you made. So when I...let loose...it sounded like steel was bending and a machine gun was going off. Anthony was like, "What the hell is that?" I was going to let it go, but I couldn't for the sake of the investigation and being truthful so I pitifully put up my arm and said, "That was me...I farted." We had a good laugh on the way home though, saying that demons were coming out of my ass...But anyways! There you go. Another embarrassing Scared Sheetless story.
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