The Dangerous Fart

I fart a lot, and most of my farts are harmless, but once in a blue moon I get a dangerous fart like the time I went biking with a bunch of people.

I was the forth in a line of ten bikes. I was fart-happy most of the way with no problems, until towards the end of our ride when we decided to race to the finish. I had a good-sized fart as I was pedaling fast; no problem.

I didn’t win the race to the finish, but when I went home and took off my beige shorts, I noticed a brown spot about the size of a pickle on the back of it. A secondary check on my Hanes confirmed the incident. I don’t know if anyone from the team noticed it.