Picture this: the sun is shining, waves are crashing, music is playing… and then—PFFFFTTT! 💨
Cue chaos.
Armed with The Pooter, I took my talents to Huntington Beach, where tan lines and fart lines collided in the most unexpected way.
Target: beachgoers just vibing. Girls posing for selfies, people stretching on their towels, couples walking hand in hand—all about to get hit with the wettest air sound they never saw coming.
One girl was mid-sip from her iced coffee when I let one rip right behind her beach chair. She jumped, did a full 360, and whispered to her friend, “Did you hear that??” They both tried to act like it didn’t happen, but the giggles gave it away.
Another moment? I passed a group of girls taking a group photo—prime opportunity. I let out a long, squelchy one just as they smiled for the camera. They SCREAMED. One ran. Another shouted, “OMG WHAT WAS THAT?!” I just kept walking like I was as surprised as they were.
Best part? Some of them started pranking each other after they figured it out.
The beach has never smelled better… or worse.
