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Once me and my friend had just came out of a Star Trek movie and we were laughing at ourselves for spending 8 bucks and our time on the movie (we were making jokes about the movie)... I wasn't laughing hard but this was the foundation on what was gonna happen. So I had to piss and went to the urinal. While standing there pissing and thinking of my jokes, this old fat guy came in and pulled up next to me and started pissing and let out a big FART...like ZZAAARRRRRT. So I started laughing harder and harder...then I started farting myself...and every time I laughed and my stomach contracted I farted and my piss stopped...I farted like 10 times in a row...with each laugh a fart and my piss would stop and then start again. At this point I didn't know what I was laughing at. I was laughing at the guy, the movie, my piss, my fart, my laugh. I was laughing at myself laughing and I couldn't stop. Then I tried walking but I couldn't. I was dragging myself out of the theater laughing my ass off and people watching us were just shocked like WTF is wrong with them. Then my friend started laughing. We laughed for 20 mins for nothing. It was awesome. 


 

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