Stealth Bombing Shop Farters

Ever rounded a corner in a shop and walked into an invisible bubble of stink? Then you’ve been stealth bombed. The effect normally kicks in just as you see someone wander off in the corner of your eye, then boom, it hits you! Some dirty bastard has just emptied their guts and swiftly walked off leaving a stagnant, heavier-than-air, chewable shit bomb for you to inhale as you unknowingly walk right into it.

Seems to be getting more frequent these days and I don’t know if its due to the prevalence of cheap, takeaway delivery services giving everyone affordable gut rot, in which case I’d call it being ‘Deliverood’, or maybe it’s due to a turn in the attitude of people, ie dropping a fart ‘bomb’ for sadistic pleasure, then watching the victim suffer it from a distance, in which case I’d call it being (Tony) ‘Blaired’.

Maybe its just all the EU lot doing it to get their own back on us, because of ‘Brexit’.

Christ knows, but I’m sick of walking into oxygen vacuum, stink bubbles deposited by these cunts when I’m in some shop or another. Maybe I should try some higher brow outlets than my local Poundland, Primark and Polski Sklep.

Nominated by Cuntry Cunt

103 thoughts on “Stealth Bombing Shop Farters

  1. I’ve got fucking tears in my eyes.
    Most of my farts seem to be blabbers, they smell and they ride up my back.
    I need a lie down.

  2. We may be miserable cunts but I feel that farting has engendered a certain esprit de corps. Long may it linger. In a shop near you.

  3. Particularly pungent guffs are my forte. Once disgusted 4 Swedes on a plane after I dropped one. Mind you it was no surprise as I had eaten fried, scrambled and boiled eggs that morning for breakfast.
    Milan metro also felt the wrath of my arse.
    Nothing better than leaving an absolute stench for our european “friends” to feast upon.

  4. Standing in a long line waiting for a post office counter to become free. A filthy cunt disguised as a customer vented the contents of his/her colon to atmosphere. The resulting foul miasma drove six of the waiters out the door followed by myself. I sincerely hoped the filthy bastards arsehole would heal up damm sure whoever passed that stench had a serious medical problem or had been dead for a fortnight.

  5. Guilty as charged, Your Worships! My favourite is to drop a ‘silent but vile’ while travelling up an escalator, then turn to watch the faces of fellow travelers retching as they glide into the hideous stench of death. Nanny says I’m a despicable cunt for such atrocious behavior!

  6. Excellent cunting CC, my business partner is a bodybuilder and eats all manor of shit a billy goat wouldnt be tempted with, and then rips off stinking wet farts and he thinks this funny, last time i said go do that in the car park you dispicable cunt and from the sounds of things your gonna need some loo roll….what a cunt, its not clever, cave men have better manners,i think it should be a slappable chrime.

  7. I once did a snorter of a fart in Morrisons, then quickly fucked off around the other aisle, then waited 20 seconds or so then walked back around… an old couple were having an argument, she was blaming him for farting, he was denying it, she wasn’t having none of it.

    Fucking brilliant…

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