Thumbs & Farts Are Not A Good Mix

So, there you were, standing behind a podium, mid-speech, delivering what was probably the most inspiring string of words since Shakespeare got a quill in his hand. The crowd was hanging on your every syllable—until nature decided to throw in a plot twist. You felt it brewing, a fart so colossal it could’ve been registered as a seismic event. We’re talking a Category 5 butt hurricane.