Now my cube stinks. :mad:
Fuck!
Dude, this so belongs in the Pit. I hate workplace farters. :mad:
Did he rip, or was it silent but deadly?
Did he lean to the left or to the right?
He just let it rip. I think there was some lady in there with him. He didn’t even excuse himself. WTF?
I presume he leaned to the right. If we were south of the equator he would lean left.
Clearly, you need to install some 1945-vintage London air raid sirens, and turn them on whenever that dude lights one up. That’ll teach him.
Well, now that you’ve missed your chance, what could you have said?
“Please rise for the singing of the Irish national anthem.”
(Yosemite Sam) Sounds like thunder! Smells like lightning hit the shithouse!"
Really, as long as he’s not on your computer while you’re in a meeting, I think you’re coming out okay here, don’t you?
How do you know it wasn’t her? Sexist!
And here I was complaining that someone has some really yummy smelling country ham that’s making me hungry…sucks to be you…
There he goes again, that ballbag. Gah! Muthafucka!
God damn it! I can hear him sniffin’!
Toss a lit match over the cubicle partition and yell “Fire in the hole!”
:: Gag ::
Boys are weird.
Honestly, what kind of workplace is it where such emissions are tolerated?
Alternatively, you could find a wave file of Taps and play that every time he does it.
You could yell “It smells like vaseline in here!”
Oh, hush. Like you’ve never had to let one out at work before.
The lady in the cube next to me cranks 'em out all day long, and usually says nothing. In return? I crank them out all day long, and say nothing. Seems like a good deal, since I have no sense of smell. Also, I keep mine nice and quiet so as not to disturb anyone.
Fucking Republicans.
Dung Beetle, that’s so hot. Chick fight, but with odors instead of claws.
Call Plant Maintenance! The ivy is wilting!
How do you know? Somebody might have had some for breakfast. Just sayin. 
And why should he excuse himself? Miss Manners says the occasional pootlet should be allowed to pass without comment. Seriously, when you excuse yourself, you bring attention to the fact that you farted. What if they missed it? Do they say, “Huh?” and you say, “Oh, sorry, I just let out a seriously nasty fart. You might want to back up. Could you turn that fan on?”