I'm a college student who decided to stay home from class due to my horrible gas. Thinking this was the solution to my problem, I sit at my desk and do some class work while horribly attempting to hold in my gas. They keep coming, and only seem to be getting worse. I take a call from a friend. My farts are so loud they can hear me through the phone. I lie, and say it's a motorcycle outside. I quickly get off the phone with her because I need to rush to the bathroom as quickly as possible. As I get to the door, I turn the handle and find it locked! My roommate is inside getting ready for a party. I beg for her to hurry up as I stand there farting over and and over and over. It feels like a lifetime before she finally opens up!