and no, i'm not referring to the farm machine
i'm talking about when you're walking around in a small area, farting.
don't lie.
we've all done it.
as Urban Dictionary so eloquently puts it:
crop dusting (v) -
walking while farting;
farting while walking;
passing gas in a stealth manor, usually while walking through a crowd or a group, so that someone else gets blamed for the stench, or at the very least people besides the assailant must suffer
only this weekend, i was at a concert.
so there was no moving around.
there was no dusting, so to speak.
just cropping.
or is it just dusting, no cropping?
which part of that phrase is the farting part?
whatever.
i was standing in a huge sweaty mob of people,
farting my little heart out.
as loud as i wanted.
as stinky as i wanted.
as often as i wanted.
and Mr. REA was none-the-wiser.
we blamed it on innocent strangers,
labeling them as the disgusting, stinky pigs.
and for this reason, i love crowds.
i forget what we had for dinner that night.
but i wish i knew, so that i could never eat it again.
unless it was delicious.
because in that case,
it was worth it.
#grossgirlproblems
