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Pass the gas, pass the blame
One day during my high school French class, I started feeling very gassy. I didn't feel I could make it to the ladies room without breaking wind and drawing a lot of attention, so I sat at my desk and tried to let it out as quietly as I could. It was anything but quiet. The whole class heard and started laughing. One of the guys sittng near me said, "Hey, who farted?" At first, I thought he was looking straight at me. I was absolutely mortified, but then I noticed he and my other classmates were actually looking at the girl sitting next to me instead. She started laughing and blushing furiously, denying that she did it ... but everyone took her blushing as an admission of guilt and started teasing her even more. The more everyone laughed, the more this poor girl blushed, til she was as red as a beet. I felt terrible, but there was NO WAY I was going to admit it was really me ... so I played along by laughing along with everyone else, relieved that no one figured out who the r eal culprit was.

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