POLL: Is it OK to fart loudly during RUSH?

I was a PNM, and I farted at the second house I visited, but nobody knew it was me, so I farted again, silently.

Nobody could escape, it’s stunk like a toilet.

It was such a happy time!

On the day of rush, I ate so much for breakfast, I had to take a dump that lasted an hour.

Once rush started, I didn’t have time, so I just started to blast, I couldn’t stop, I kept blasting for hours.

When I was done, people were crying, their eyes were watering, their mouth‘s were blue.

But I felt a lot better

Farting is fun and free

I turned our last Rush into a toilet after farting for 6 hours!

My first fart cleared the room, my second fart was disgusting, so I lit my third fart on fire!

During Rush I crapped my pants and farted for 3 hours!

It happened to me

It was at the very end of a long day of rush, I think we had spent five hours interviewing PNM ‘s.

We were all tired, sweaty, and the smell of stale perfume permeated the house.

Other than lunch, we had no breaks. And for some reason, our rush Chairman had us on our knees for most of the day, so nobody was in a good mood.

The girl next to me started farting, then everybody started farting, the entire room was farting, and then as if we were in a movie, everybody ran for the door, as soon as we got outside, people started laughing, we laughed for an hour, it was the most miserable day I have ever spent.

The girls in my house are not the most motivated, and they do spend a lot of time on their make up, and of course they buy a lot of bleach, and they spend a lot of other peoples money, but one thing they do very well, is fart!

We have a bathroom off of the room that we use for rush, and I was in there trying to crap out the Taco Bell that I ate the night before.

The turds were flying, I had filled the toilet to the room, it would no longer flush, so I left it.

As the day went on, the stench traveled to our rush room, it was awful, our rush chairman would not let us open the windows, we had 100 girls in a small rush room along with PNM ‘s, and of course the full toilet bowl I smelled up the whole room, and it wouldn’t flush.

I think I crapped tacos that were still whole! All the way up to the rim of the toilet bowl.

By the end of the day, we all smelled like a Taco Bell. It was a glorious day for me, but for everyone else it was their worst nightmare!

Well I don’t think it’s funny, as a gender studies student, I feel this is all part of the patriarchical oppression of innocent women.