Ok, I just farted but it was a good one. Just kind of browsing through the mens department. I didn't see anyone around, I thought I was alone. You know how Sears is, they really aren't doing good business these days so the store was pretty empty. My stomach started rumbling and cramping. I thought what the hell I am going to let it rip. And did I. It was loud and rude. One of those kinds you wish you could record to brag to your buddies about. Then I hear a voice, "He be nasty!" I turn around and there stands two sheboons around 20 feet in back of me. I just kind of smirk and stroll on my merry way. I could hear them saying something, but oh well. They probably were saying thank you for the perfume, it smells better than our niggerness!