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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/sbutt7 on 2024-10-30 01:28:10+00:00.

TIFU disclaimer: This happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. (I originally posted it as a comment on u/queerharveybabe ‘s dance floor post.)

When I was in 6th grade, my school had this thing called a Starlab. It was basically an inflatable mini planetarium. A whole class could fit inside and watch the outer space projections on the ceiling. Cool, right?

Except it was very dark, you had to crawl through a tunnel to get in and out, and I suddenly felt super claustrophobic.

I tried to sneak out a nervous fart, but I ripped ass instead. It echoed. And it stank. Kids yelled, gagged, and fell over each other trying to get out of the Starlab. I had just turned it into a real gas giant.

In a likely violation of the Geneva Convention, the teacher ordered everyone to sit down and remain in my fart bubble until the space presentation was over. This teacher was retired military, and thus completely unfazed by my weapon of ass destruction.

It was dark enough in the Starlab that no one could confirm that I was the source. That was the only saving grace.

I’m not sure how much anyone learned about space that day. The take-home was, “The Starlab smelled like Uranus.”

TL:DR I farted in the Starlab and dutch-ovened my 6th grade class.