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You all remember The Ring, right? Sure you do. The movie with the chick in the well. Good. Dad and I went to see it, and there weren't a whole lot of people there. I have my feet propped up on the seat in front of me as there was nobody in the row in front of us, allthough a few behind us. Right in one of the quiet moments in the film, my ass releases a rather loud, obnoxious fart. I couldn't believe it, I was sure I could sneak that one out. I'm biting my lip trying not to laugh when Dad looks over and says not-so-quietly-but-not-that-loudly "was that you?" Fuck, like it wasn't hard enough not to laugh. By this point I'm shaking and chomping right down on my lip trying not to burst out laughing, as the people around the theatre also got a giggle out of it. Through clenched teeth, the hardest word I've ever got out "...nope" Man did he laugh when we got out and I told him it was me.
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