One time while traveling, I stopped into a truck stop to take a mad dump. There were maybe five stalls, and inside my stall, I could hear everyone complaining about my stink. It was bad. "Christ what is that smell?" "How about a courtesy flush James" (My name is not James the guy was just desperate to breahe). It was bad for everyone in the room, even those washing their hands on the other side. I wasn't sick or anything. It came out as a solid, healthy looking log. It just stunk worse than anything before or ever since. People were gagging and making references to a** mask. Another time I was riding solo on Tatsu at Six Flags Magic Mountain, a ride where your head first and you go around the track. As the ride ended and we were all hanging there, we had a long delay of about five minutes. I had mad gas from eating lots of free oranges, pith and all. A couple of dozen oranges over a two day period and poop was coming out orange with farts every five seconds or so. There were four seats, an empty one next to me, and a couple in the other two seats. The poor was asking her boyfriend what that smell was. She said it smelled like rotting garbage. They were debating what or where it was coming from. She couldn't take much of it and while suspended there, threw up onto the platform.
My claim to fame? Weapon of gas destruction. May the farts be with you friends.