Your professor lets you out of class not one minute early – you know this because you’ve had to fart for the past hour and a half. You calmly walk out of the room, to the end of the hall, down the stairs and out of the front door. At last! You’ve reached the open air, into which every american is proud to be able to flatulate freely.
The free air fills your nostrils and you gag because it is filled with cigarette smoke – fueling your silent rage. Oh good, more people you have to walk past in order to discreetly donate to the atmosphere.
Grab one of them by the hair, force him/her onto his/her knees and f*ckin’ fart in his/her mouth.