So my friend Davis, who just got engaged last weekend, current works at GameStop while he’s finishing school in Maine. I know this maybe be hard to believe, but at times the clientele of GameStop aren’t necessarily the most hygienic of customers one could hope for. Well one fine day, or perhaps overcast, (alas I was not there!) and this young lad and lass walk into the Stop O’ Games to peruse the merchandise.
Unfortunately this lad was one of those aforementioned not so hygienic customers and with the eye opening smell announced his arrival and unveiled in his glory the sweat paints and stained hoody that adorned his frame. His long greasy hair and disheveled look was the foreshadowing to what Davis would experience, and of course remember to tell me for my writings, as they walked over to one section in particular.
In efforts to aid his sister, the smelly sir started to squat down, and as a master of multitasking, began to emit a high pitch passing of pungent odor. This was only the beginning, as high the and soft the sound was, as he was squatting, the flatulence became lower, lower, and lower still (of course with a rise in audibility) until, like a skillful opera singer, until the loud trumpets at the end announced the finale of the piece.
Holding back on his mirth, Davis admirably checked this smelly customer out, while noticing that the two smells definitely did not cancel each other out, to his misfortune. The game on the low shelf you ask? Burnout Paradise.
