I mean, okay, so there you go. So now there's a thinking man, right? So you're gonna melt a little Snickers on your pants, on the inside, right? And then you're gonna squirt some fart spray, go into the boss's office like, Oh man, dude, I gotta go home.

That's a great idea. Shit your pants, then lose your glasses and be like, I can't even wipe. I can't see anything. I gotta go home.

Right? Like if you run out of all excuses, you've called in sick to work too many times, the boss is like suspicious, you just shit your pants!

Good job, good job, and I bet they sent you home from work, didn't they?

Right? Like, you go into your boss's office, and before you can even say anything, the boss is thinking like, oh man, what is that smell? What's that nasty smell? And then you're like, hey boss, man, I shit my pants, I gotta go home. Your boss would be like, no problem, bye.

Okay, so that might be a little tough, right? Because you know the second graders are gonna be like, ♪ Teacher shit her pants, teacher shit her pants. ♪ ♪ Now she's doing the stinky dance, ♪ ♪ cause the teacher shit her pants. ♪ Right, you know how brutal kids are. But I feel like the office would be, you know, understanding, right? They'd have the librarian step in or something.

Oh, that's a good point. Yeah, your teacher would just be like, uh, why don't you go home and take care of that?

What do baby farts and 40-year-old farts have in common? The fart turns into a shart real quick. Oh no! D'oh! And another thing.