when i fart at work...

so if i'm sitting at my desk at work and i let one slip... i turn on my little overhead desk fan, then i whip out a little brown bag filled with loose-leaf chai tea from my desk and wave it around like a madman... and usually hold it in front of the fan for a hot minute. in case anyone was wondering.

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