There I was, minding my own business at a coffee shop, when suddenly I hear a symphony of butt-trumpets blasted at nearly 15 decibles…
At first, I ignore the rude coffee shop patron, and pretend not to notice his out-of-control flatulance.
Then it happened again, only this time it was followed by “This is Mark… Yeah, 1:30 is good for me. Ok, see you then.”
The man had a fart ringtone / rudetone.
I’m serious.
This is something you would expect a “Jack Black” type to have as a ringtone, not some dude in a nice suit working on a laptop in a coffee shop.
Get your fart ringtone here.
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I wonder if he is someone I used to be married to? I had a husband who was proud of the fact that he could burp (belch?) the alphabet, and light his pants on fire with his very own supply of methane…
you were married to my uncle?
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