The lady farts in the ritzy department storeโฆ
๐คฃ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ! ๐ The lady farts in the ritzy department storeโฆ ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐จ
A woman saunters into the glitzy Tiffany & Co, her eyes instantly captivated by a dazzlingly opulent diamond necklace ๐.
As she scurries over to get a better look, she uncomfortably breaks wind ๐จ.
Mortified, she scans the area, praying that no stylish salesperson was in the close vicinity to hear her unexpected symphony ๐ถ.
To her horror, a salesman, as striking as he is slick, was indeed right behind her ๐ณ.
Unfazed, he wears an air of poise only fitting for the lavishly posh house of Tiffanyโs.
He greets the lady with refined grace, โGood day, Madam. How may I assist you in our grand universe of glitterati today?โ โจ
Still blushing, hoping her dreadful toot was only heard by herself, she musters up the courage to ask, โThis magnificent necklace, kind Sir, how much is it priced at?โ
He smirks and retorts, โWell, Madam, if a mere glimpse of it made you fart,"โฆ
โYou're gonna shit yourself when I reveal the price!โ ๐ช๏ธ๐ธ