Stink

My current culinary class is Culinary Arts 100. Introduction to culinary history, cooking methods, knife cuts, and farting. Yes, farting. The guy sitting next to me – let’s call him Daryl (because that’s his name) – is constantly passing the time by farting. Not silent but deadly farting, but all out audible freight train farting. It’s ok though because he always says, “Excuse me” after each noxious fart. I’m going to have to start bringing a gas mask (and earplugs) to class.