I have a habit of sitting deadly silent while in any public toilet cubicle when someone else comes into the toilets (I dont want anyone else hearing my bodily functions.)
One time in Belfast, a guy came into the cubicle next to me, I heard him sit down and begin to ****, then it happens... a cough, a fart, then a louder cough while trying to hide the next dirty blarty noise as the chamber pot gets hit at all angles like a blast from a sawn off shotgun firing flubber, he fails to mask it and that sends me into fits of silent epileptic-esque shaking and pain trying not to laugh.
Just as it subsides, another one comes rattling out, then another short volley and that was it, I was off, I just burst out laughing, the relief from letting it all out was far greater than caring that someone who had had a belly full of guinness the night before might be embarrassed.
The toilet flushed and the old guy (had to be an old guy, the amount of coughing and bead blasting going on could only be from an elderly gent) upped and left. I was still laughing, I still wonder if he hung about outside to see who the childish ****er was....it was meeeeee!!