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Welcome to R-slash Today I Fept Up, where O-P has radioactive farts. Today I effed up by

passing gas on the dance floor. I'm a woman in my mid-30s.

Last night, I went out for a Halloween dance party. I worked really hard on my costume. I was the

perfect combination of warm and slutty, and I was excited to strut my stuff. The way this bar is set

up is there's a main level upstairs,

and then you can walk downstairs to go to the dance area. It's a pretty small place, so it gets

crowded. I'd taken some mushrooms earlier in the evening, and I was feeling good. At some point

in the night, I had to cut the cheese. I thought that it would be a small one. I thought that I could just crop dust it, but it was the most silent, deadly, toxic, foul mushroom stink bomb of my life. The smell from my butthole destroyed the dance floor. People cleared out. It was so bad that people thought someone had an accident on the dance

floor. Like, they turned up the lights a bit to see and make sure there wasn't a health hazard. Even the

DJ made a comment. I went upstairs because I couldn't stand the smell of my own butt. I was up there

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