Sashamonae - Farting On the Phone 3 – I Couldn’t Hold My Gas While We Talked

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Sashamonae - Farting On the Phone 3 – I Couldn’t Hold My Gas While We Talked

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Farting On the Phone 3 – I Couldn’t Hold My Gas While We Talked

As the phone rang, Sashamonae struggled to hold back her gassy burps. She stood by the open window, hoping for a gentle breeze to sweep through her house and carry away the stench. But as she picked up the receiver, she knew it was already too late.



"Hello?" Her voice was muffled by the sound of her own fart echoing in the room. It was loud and proud, reverberating off the walls like a thunderous bass drum.



"Sashamonae, hi! Just checking in on our project," came the voice on the other end of the line.



Inside, Sashamonae winced. Great, just great. Now he'd know something was up. She tried to compose herself as best she could, praying that he wouldn't be able to smell what she just let loose.



"Uh, yeah... everything's fine here," she lied. "Just got back from a really spicy dinner."



As she spoke, another thunderous fart escaped her, this one even louder than the first. She held her breath, willing the stench to disappear.



"Are you OK, Sashamonae? You sound a bit... off," the voice on the phone said, his tone growing concerned.



"I'm fine, really!" she insisted, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Just... uh, got some really bad gas, that's all."



She paused, trying to think of a way to change the subject before he got any suspicious. But just as she was about to speak, another massive fart shook her entire body. This time, it was so loud that she could almost hear the sound echoing in the background.



"Sashamonae... are you sure everything's OK?" the voice on the phone asked, his tone now tinged with concern.



"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" she snapped, her cheeks flaming. "Look, can we just talk about the project, OK?"



They talked business for the rest of the call, but Sashamonae couldn't shake the feeling that she had blown it. Literally. As she hung up the phone, she let out a long, slow sigh of relief. At least the call was over. But the stench lingered in the air, a testament to her inability to control her gassy tendencies.

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