This is absolutely, 100% true.

My good friend got pretty drunk on Friday night, and you know what happens to your digestive tract when you're done drinkin: whatever comes out is going to be infinitely fouler than normal. I don't know why, but it's true. "Beer farts" and "the beer shits" are commonly used terms 'round here.

Anyway, he passes out on his bed, and his girlfriend crawls into bed with him; a normal arrangement. The two of them are basically married, and have two miniature weenie dogs named Fang and Shag, who tend to sleep in the bed too, at the foot of it. However, they tend to sleep under the covers. Maybe you see where this is going.

He wakes up around 7am, for no reason, and lets out a really long, seemingly potent beer fart. He doesn't know how bad it is, so he lifts up the covers to check, and it is easily the most disgusting thing he's ever smelled in his life. He puts the covers back down, and then realized that the dogs are down there, and that he has inadvertantly given them the ol' Dutch Oven. He leaves it that way. All of a sudden, Shaggy - one of the dogs - starts making sounds like *hack* *cough* *cough* *hack* *choke* and so on. After a few seconds, Shaggy stands up, finds his way out of the bed, and immediately pukes all over the floor.

My friend's fart made a dog puke.

Dogs sniff ass all day, and don't puke. Dogs eat their own shit, and don't puke. Hell, Shaggy eats FANG's shit, and doesn't puke. But, my friend managed to bust out something so reprehensible that all the dog shit in the world couldn't compare to it. I personally think he's a god. A man with gas that can make dogs honk is a man that can rule the world.

ha!

lmao!! oh god thats the funniest thing ive read today..

Hahahaha! Thats awsome!

haha class

i have to say, the way the story was told made me laugh just as hard as the story and mental pictures themselves. well done grasshoppa