We had this running competition where we would fart on each other. Unfortunately for me I wasn't blessed with a lot of gas. My cousin was a gas producing machine. I got owned daily and I hated it.

One day on a job at this massive house in park city we were on the deck of a playground and my cousin was on his knees screwing decking down. I had been working up a good one for awhile and was excited to finally get some payback. After letting it build, I backed right in front of his face as discreetly as I could and pushed out a massive fart. He was disgusted and it was hilarious....for a minute, until I realized that I pushed so hard that I straight up crapped my pants.

It was brutal. I destroyed a pair of g-units..had to wipe in this guy's backyard with the portion that wasn't already soiled. Still wasnt clean so I had to finish with packing foam which obviously wasn't very efffective. Had to go the rest of the work day commando in jeans, which isn't comfortable (freaking zipper) with stool all over. Brutal experience. My cousin got the last laugh.