i was at the borgata casino this past weekend and after scarfing down numerous energy drinks and then eating a steak dinner with scallops and a few brews i felt a potential natural disaster brewing inside of me. me and a few friends were on our way to the parking garage to grab some whiskey we left in the drunk when i first felt the rumblings of a whiskey, steak, Monster cocktail brewing just inside of my bunghole
my body needed a release but a fart was far too risky in this situation and i wasnt sure if i would spew some hershey squirts if i tried. i calmly and slowly walked to the elevators to ensure that no brown trout slipped its way into my boxers. once on the elevator i felt sharp pains in my lower abdomen area and since i have 0.0% body fat it felt extra painful. it felt like someone stabbin thru my rock hard chiseled abs. the elevator ride took forever as i went to the casino floor instead of my room. a risky move, for sure , as it was several floors further but despite the monster inside of me the glory of the first floor bathrooms was very tempting and i began salivating at its vision
i speed walked to the bathroom entrance breathing heavily, labored by the methane gasses of my intestines and the demands of 3 monster energy drinks to push their way thru my bowels. initially the stalls were occupied and a slight second of horror filled my body. i told my friends who needed to piss that an accident in my pants was imminent and i charged for the stall door as a a small asian man walked out. i knew this moment was crucial as i pulled down my pants, sure to know disrupt the slightly awoken beast inside my anus.
when my asscheeks felt the coldness of the toilet seat it was certainly relieving. i breathed a sigh of relief then focused on the next step of my journey. i tried to slowly allow for this beast to slide out of my ass as to not burn or irritate my bunghole but my strategy was no use for this behemoth of brown. i erupted and certainly alarmed those around me as i heard startled screams of horror int he surrounding stalls. sweat lined my brow and forehead but my hands were firmly pressed against the walls of the stall to make sure i kept myself grounded
a shotgun sound of a fart ensued and a river of free flowin brown trouts slithered there way to their rightful home in the toilet. i gasped in disbelief and almsot fainted as the stall now became a hot box of fart. women outside the bathroom no doubt hid their children for safety as i concerntrated on not breaking my butthole. the first stage was the monster energy drinks flowing freely out of me followed by 2 breakfast burritos. i thought i had finished and began pulling up my pants after making sure no fecal matter remains on my ass. when i stood up there was a new feeling of horror. this poo devil had one more trick up its sleave. a pocket of air had strealthily hidden in my bungholio and escaped just as the doors of hell were closing him in to seal his fate. i had experienced this before and thought maybe this **** devil had managed to spurt out a single strang of hershey squirt so i immediately sat back down for round 2
the second round was slow and grueling, much like ali vs foreman. i used the rope a dope strategy and just waited it out occasionally pressing my lower abdomen for support. another round of brown, making this officially a 2-flusher ensued. when it was over i looked to the heavens with a smirk on my face. i left the casino bathroom nodding at my audience at the urinals. the storm was over, i'd survived.
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