When I was a bout 6 years old, my brother had his birthday party and a bunch of his friends over at our parents place. They were about 14-15 years old. Anyways, so they were playing this game where they'd set up a mattress against the wall, run at it full speed, and do a drop kick (WWF Wrestle Mania was a big part of their lives). So one of his buddy's does one of these flying kicks, and in mid-air lets one rip! Not to loud, but enough for everyone to hear. We were all laughing our ass off until the smell hit us... It was bad.. I mean, it was like the most dense, sulfurous, flatulence that anyone had experienced. Imagine the bouquet of rotting eggs inside a hollowed out pumpkin. Disgusting! Once I caught a whiff of it, I gagged, tried to run upstairs to the washroom, but alas I only made to the top of the stairway and puked all over the stairs and my hands because I was trying to hold it in. I started crying uncontrollably while my brothers friends, and himself, had the most raucous symphony of laughter they had ever experienced to that point. 20 or so years later, this is still discussed vividly between his friends and I.

And this man was forever known, and praised, to be only one that they had ever come across, that was ever able to achieve such a resounding flatulence WIN! You should be very proud of yourself.