Late in his life, amidst the laughter and repulsion, Gerald embraced his obsession with flatulence. Overwhelmed by the musical potential, he practiced relentlessly, composing symphonies in solitude.
Then, one fateful night, amongst a serendipitous assembly of patrons, his bowel magnum opus filled the air. A tearful, bewildered audience rose to their feet in a standing ovation, recognizing the beauty in his unexpected art form.
For a brief, shining moment, Gerald stood triumphant and vindicated.
As the applause faded like an ethereal whiff, he left the scene, forever changed, knowing his life's purpose had been fulfilled.
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I thought this was going to be a sophomoric piece. But I actually quite enjoyed it!
Rather long-winded and full of hot air, but I guess it had to come out eventually... 🤔😳😏