At work..
We were in the bosses office chatting when the phone rang. It was the front desk saying his visitor had arrived. He excused himself and left the room. Now my bosses office isn't exactly large and my mate decided to let the mother of all farts go. The pungent smell brought tears to my eyes and would have killed a small child. On that note we left the office and retreated to the safety of our office next door. Cue our boss arriving not 60 seconds later with his visitor and much ensuing embarrassment. The words "fucking cunt" were reasonably audible from next door as I'm sure the reciprocated hysterical laughter from our office would have been for him. Ah, good times...
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 18 Sep 2009, 2:12, Reply)