That's a damn fine line, concise in its structure and poetic to the ear, delivered with an emotional depth that stirs the soul to its very core and leaves this reader visibly shaken.“The hell is a ‘brain cell’?”
The beer fart, a holdover from the previous night’s festivities, and the worst kind of fart there is, wafted up to fill the small space and combined fumes with the scent of fresh urine to exacerbate my discomfort.
The beer fart, a holdover from the previous night’s festivities, and the worst kind of fart there is, wafted up to fill the small space and combined fumes with the scent of fresh urine to exacerbate my discomfort.
As a connoisseur of fart jokes, I find this eloquent, satisfying, and with just the right amount of oaky texture to make it palatable. I approve.