Honestly, in BMT, it was like a flatulence factory. Everyday there is bound to be the production of toxic gases and to make it clear, it's not weapons of mass destruction like that Sarin gas although they have similar effects. On good days, it would be like a once in a few hours but on rainy days, you could expect like one every few minutes. The worst ones are on the days where you get baked beans for lunch. The aftermath is 'heavenly'.

Well it's kinda funny when you think back cause everyone is just letting it go right in your face and I had this section mate complaining that every time he got up from seating down, the guy in front of him would just drop a bomb. I guess cause there's no girls around and our pride has already been squashed courtesy of BMT so there's nothing else to lose I guess.

The better people disguise their bombs. It's like a 'fire when the thunder claps' kind of thing? Use background noise to drown you know what and let the smell do it's job. It's like a sound suppressor. Those people are hard to catch and they just prefer to let everyone suffer in confusion over who launched that.

Woah, I wrote an entire post about flatulence. This really goes to show how free I am.