Faarp
When your butt decides to party and your guts join in. It’s like a fart and a poop having a love child in the middle of your pants.
I was walking to the kitchen and my pants smelled like a dead raccoon.
During a Zoom call, my dog ate my shoe and I let out a Faarp so loud the neighbor called the police.
At the gas station, I sat down and my pants became a crime scene.