Farting all the way to the tuck shop
In an apparently alturistic display of sweet-sharing bon-homie, the victim is offered the following gambit: "I'm going to the tuck shop, d'ya want a Drifter?"
When he gingerly answers in the affirmative, a sudden pump is mustered and scooped into his face using the patented "Curved Air" technique.
This tableau can be extended an enhanced by following said victim around singing, "OOH! Driftaah!" and wafting ever fading anal gas after him like an eggy Punkah-Wallah.
When he gingerly answers in the affirmative, a sudden pump is mustered and scooped into his face using the patented "Curved Air" technique.
This tableau can be extended an enhanced by following said victim around singing, "OOH! Driftaah!" and wafting ever fading anal gas after him like an eggy Punkah-Wallah.
written by Sm*ler *mil*sy, approved by Log