Playing my new PS2 game, NASCAR '07. When the room started to smell a little funny. WTF? I thought, realizing too late that it smelled like rotten refried bean and fermented taco farts. Gas! Gas! Gas!!!!! Pause the game an exit the room, thinking my roomate who just left for work did some 'cropdusting'. Such was not the case!!!! As soon as I got into the hallway I could barely breathe. If I breathed through my nose, it burned my nosehairs, if I breathed through my mouth I could almost taste it. Run down to the computer room, I thought. It's a good 20 feet down the hall, it'll surely be away from this armageddon smell. Such was not the case, it was just as pungent. ****, now I'm trapped in the middle of the hallway. At one end is the ****ter, and the other is this foul odor still commencing with it's relentless odiforous assault. Allright, out the ****ter-side I go. I make a beeline for the door on the other side of the hallway, trying not to breathe in the noxious fumes. I finally get outside, fresh air! ...not! No such luck. It was just the same time in the evening the local fecal matter burning facility was lighting **** on fire. I could not escape the smell of **** for the life of me. Okay, so now I'll just go smoke a cigarette, that's good enough. I go sit down and light up. And sure as **** (no pun intended), the dude sitting closest to me rips a big one. I could feel the vibration from his chair in the sand three feet away from him. AARRRRGHHH!!!! Make the **** stop! Finish my cigaretter and guess what? I've gotta take a ****. No, the original **** smell wasn't from me, for it wasn't "my brand". Nevertheless, my bowel is screaming at me. Back into the ****-smelt hallway I go into the ****ter, and I proceed to unleash one of the worst movements I've ever experienced. I couldn't even stand that smell.