I was coming back from work and I needed to take the biggest shit of the day so far. I noticed a textbook definition of a currycel on a bench eating some sandwich looking thing possibly from curryland itself and he was on the phone while his hand was out holding the sandwich almost like he wanted some bird to come swoop up and take it. Anyways, as I was passing I had to let out some mean loud stanky farts so I stopped right in front of him turning around making sure my asscrack was right in front of the sandwhich dead center and I let out a mean rippER onto his sandwich and face. I then turned around and looked at him deadass and all he did was look up at me and stare with his goofy curry glasses while still on the phone. I even overheard the curry on the phone be all confused and asked if the currycel just shat his pants JFL. All he said was "dude wtf" in a weak voicecrack curry voice like he was about to cry. I felt bad at first, but then the horrid smell of my farts made me realize I should continue walking in hopes of the smell no longer tormenting the poor curry.
