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Well for the first time I thought I'd submit a funny anecdote instead of another fake story.

It was a long while ago, and I still remember it to this day when in the sixth grade, I was sitting in a group of four desks, with my buddies on both sides.

The one to my left very clearly had gas. It was unfortunate, but I was the only one who could clearly identify the odor and its source. He was squirming around in his seat, trying to make as much noise as possible so as to disguise his sinful flatulation.

Well, eventually he gave up and decided to leave for the bathroom and I naturally heaved a deep sigh of relief. To my dismay, the same smell continued to emmanate from the very seat on which he was sitting not more than two minutes ago.

Being the curious and adventurous fellow I was, I placed a large hardcover book on the chair, and to my surprise, the smell had disappeared. My flatulant friend had not returned after a good long while, so I, believing that the smell had dissapated completely, took the said book and placed in in the middle of the four desks.

It wasn't long before they began to complain about an abhorrent stench slowly emerging from the bowels of that book, which had somehow absorbed the odor enough to be the envy of every sponge. Knowing perfectly well as to why it was indeed odorous, I said not a word, only to laugh silently to myself.

And that was the day I became an asshole.
-EccWei