My friends and I took a trip from New Jersey to North Carolina to help a friend of ours move. We spent the previous night drinking Guinness and Bacardi 151. Bad idea.
We woke up early that morning to a cold winter day and started slamming Wawa coffees along with some breakfast sandwiches. Another bad idea.
We hit I-95, and all was well. We were just joking around having fun; then we hit a KFC. I order some of their barbecue wings, sat back in the van, and all of a sudden... bam! I start unleashing toxic green clouds. My stomach felt worse with each silent bomb that leaked from my ass. We eventually had to pull over as my friend's girlfriend started puking.
We were still laughing when we got back in the van, but we all start gagging from the lingering stench, which ended up being worse than the actual farts. We had barely arrived in North Carolina barely and my gas became worse. I start farting in the house, and by this point my friends wanted to kill me.
Even though we avoided the van for the two days, it was not enough time for the van to air out; the ghost of the toxic stench was still there when we left.