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Lason's Blog : Excuse me

I farted at the gym today during rep 6 & 7. It was just a tiny squeek but certainly not small enough or solid enough to pass off as a shoe sound. Spoken in the true Bungholio dialect, the escape artist's short song was audible even with my headphones on. I paid no mind (meaning, i didn't laugh) and kept on pushing thru my set. Of course I considered the fact that with headphones on I was also hearing internally, therefore the object may not have been larger than it appeared. But who was this asshole fooling? When I sat up I scanned the hotel's miniature workout facility to see who else might be wearing headphones, or a scowl. Of the three other gym members, none had headphones. No earbuds. No Music. I removed mine to check the acoustics of the room. Yep, I could still here my fart echoing, steeping in its own reverb. Wow I thought. That's a lot of amps being pushed thru a 1-inch speaker. I played it cool as if the gas could have been passed by someone else. Maybe it was the hamster lady on the treadmill? Her saggy sweatpants look like they've been blown thru more than a couple times. Or perhaps it was the hairy guy in the tank top doing side bends on the semi inflated yoga ball. He looks like the kind of guy who invented that sound. Could it have been the yoga ball itself? How else is that blue ball getting deflated so? The air has to go somewhere.

I think there is a massive air supply between my ears. And farting must be the sound of getting ideas.

In joy your day,
jason