The Fart Game, Part 2

Many years ago, about five years after Part 1 of our flatulent story, I worked in an office. One day, rather than go to the gym at lunch, I joined my coworkers for a Chinese food buffet, and got rather piggy. Normally, a workout would rev me up for the afternoon’s marketing endeavors. That afternoon, however, I was a bloated, net-surfing bag of poo. But…