Egad!

Last night I was hanging out in my room for several hours until around 8 a.m. and had the most potent stanky gas imaginable. I kept blasting away, almost repulsed by my own fumes, but finding great delight in it anyway. Didn't even stop when I tried going to bed—kept "shitting" my pants and having a wave of death greet my nostrils every half-minute. Though I eventually did fall asleep.

Woke up, went to work, been around different places of the house. Walked past my room and noticed this really foul stench. Paid no heed. Walked past it again some hours later and thought, "What the hell??? Where's this coming from??"

Sniffed around and was led to my room. I had found the source. All that gas I had blasted in my room stagnated there and refuses to leave! I have no window, so there's nothing I can do to air it out besides get a fan and blow it into the hallway for the rest of the household to enjoy. Oh, and my sister's room is right across from mine.

I was not privy to how ghastly my gas was—not to the extent that it is. Clearly, having been in the fecal smoke cloud for so long, my perceptions of normality had waned, and I would not realize the true extent of this travesty until I would return later and survey the horror in context.

Though even now, the same shit smells leak from my O, and the process has begun anew.

My room is plagued and shall never smell good nor neutral again. Only the most fetid air will be found there.

Bottle that shit up and start making home made fart bombs. You will make a fortune without any effort.

no window? srsly?

It's technically not a bedroom. It's the library, but I've got these old shelves as walls, and an open doorway with no door or curtain or anything, lol. Only windows I've got are those little box-shaped ones meant only to let through light.

What the fuck?