We road in the camper shell of my Grandpa's truck (people weren't so particular about seat belts back then). It was a two hour drive to the lake, and my brother and I had eaten chili for dinner the night before. We farted the entire 2 hours. When we got to the lake and my dad opened the camper shell, he was practically knocked backwards. He said he thought one of us must have soiled ourselves. We were at the age (11-12) where we thought it was the funniest thing ever.