One time I pooted in shop class.
Everybody was really loud and talking and I had to poot. So I figured I could cut my poot and no one would hear it since it was so loud in the classroom.
So I pooted, and just as I kinked up to let it go, everybody stopped talking at the exact same second, and everyone heard my poot.
It was a loud poot too. Everybody laughed at my poot.
Many years later, one of the guys in that class moved in across the street, and he asked me if I remembered the day I pooted in shop class. I told him I did remember that poot, and we laughed about that poot again.
That was a good poot.