When I was a kid I went to
my friend Ryan's house and he showed me these new boxing gloves his dad
bought him. I put on a pair and so did another friend of ours, Michael.
Michael and I started play boxing and it was all fun and games until I
landed an uppercut square in his stomach and he ripped this huge fart.
We all kind of froze for a second, then me and Ryan broke out in
hysterical laughter. Michael started scrambling to save face and
screamed, "I had a stomach ache! Stop laughing! It's not funny! Stop
laughing!"
Ryan and I couldn't stop laughing, and we continued to roll around
despite Michael's plea for us to stop teasing. After a few minutes,
Michael's eyes started welling up and he looking like he was going to
start crying. "I had a stomachache!!" he yelled as he started to run
out of the room.
Right at that moment, Ryan's dad walked into the room, stopping Michael on his way in. "What's going on in here?" he asked.
I looked up at him and said, "Michael and I were boxing, and when I punched him in the stomach, he farted."
Ryan tried his hardest not to giggle, but to no avail. Michael started
to get upset again, and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears
once more. Ryan's dad noticed this, and said to Michael, "Hey, don't
pay attention to those guys. They're just being jerks."
Ryan and I started to kind lower our heads in shame, because we
realized we were being really mean to Michael. Ryan started to
apologize when his father cut him off. "Just playing, you little
bitch!" he yelled, as he spun Michael around and ripped off his shorts.
Michael, completely embarrassed at this point, started to cry
uncontrollably. "What are you gonna, fart some more? Huh, fart boy?"
Ryan's dad taunted. "I'll teach you to never fart in my house again,
you dirty little mother fucker," he screamed maniacally as he began
pulling off his own shorts. Ryan's father then began a vicious anal
raping on Michael as he screamed out, "This'll plug you up real good, you disgusting little shit. You will never fart in my house again, you filthy fucking runt. Ooh, yeah, you dirty little bitch. You love it, don't you faggot?"
Ryan and I froze in fear, in total disbelief of what was happening
right before our eyes. Ryan's dad then threw Michael down on the ground
where Michael started crying harder than before. As he walked out the
door, Ryan's father turned and said, "Oh, and you boys wash up. Dinner
is ready."
Still shocked and not sure what to make of what just happened, Ryan and
I started to reluctantly walk towards the bathroom sink to wash up. All
of a sudden, Michael, still weeping uncontrollably on the ground,
farted.
We all froze, looked at each other, and then shared a hearty laugh.
