Back in 4th grade, I got in a fight with the biggest kid on the playground. His name was Curtis Bengim. He was kinda retarded but he was built like a brick @*#@ house. I tried imitating moves from Street Fighter, since it was the only type of fighting I knew of, but I got punched right in the stomach.
I collapsed to the ground and started farting uncontrollably. Long farts, short farts, whistling zingers, the whole gambit. Eventually I @#@ my pants. It was the worst smelling @#@ in the world and I almost gagged myself. Everyone laughed at me. Everyone.
Eventually the teacher came and asked what happened. Nobody wanted either of us to get in trouble, so everyone said I just stuck my butt in the air and started farting. The teacher didn't think it was funny at all. When he got close, he smelled it. The teacher was utterly disgusted. My parents were called and were told what I did. My dad was so disappointed. He beat my ass hard. He never really forgave me ever since then for embarrassing him. I was also punished for 2 weeks.
That event ruined my entire run through school. From fourth grade to high school graduation, I was known as @#@ stinker, fart miser, ass blaster, @#@ shooter, and many other stupid names. No girls ever talked to me. If any new girls came, the various cliques would inform them of who I was and thus alienate me before I got a chance. I was beat up periodically because everyone thought I was a freak. My father died around graduation due to heart disease. My mother said it was my fault.
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