The worst ones are sick farts. The ones that happen when your laying on the couch covered with blankets feeling miserable and you hammer one out, and they sound like the death rattle from your last breath. And your sick and you don't want to move, but you feel that warm gas slowly moving up towards your face under the blanket, and it smells like death himself crawled up your anus in search of your soul and died there instead.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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