Six gassy goddesses descended upon greece — their curves wrapped in tight dresses, their laughter echoing through the villa as they trapped one pathetic fart sucker beneath the heat. the air grew thick, humid, and heavy with the sound of loud, bubbling gas rolling out of divine bodies. each dutch oven sealed his fate—every burst, every scent, a new layer of humiliation. he begged through the fabric, desperate to breathe what only goddesses could give. greece will never smell the same again.
