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When a place/thing smells like weed and shit at the same time.
Me: DUDE! The hallway smells like total ass-shart!
Dude: Some one musta ripped a big one!
A restaurant, or fine eating establishment which begs you to question the risk/reward of their deliciousness of food vs. the time it takes for you to completely shit your pants after eating. "Shart Houses," usually refer to "Short Order," restaurants where the food is questionably prepared by often unsavory employees; however, the food tastes so good you don't care if you blow your o-ring and completely ruin your trousers.
Example 1: "Let's go eat at John's restaurant. That place is a REAL shart house."
Conversation:
Friend 1: "All that's open now is that shart house, John's."
Friend 2: "Fuck it, let's go."
Friend 1: "We can order a bowl rattler special."
An extreme form of your usual Shart or even more extreme Mudslide. A Shart Sausage occurs when your butthole is so loose, what you believe to be passing wind turns out to be a fully formed bottom log implanted directly into your underoos.
Example
Dude #1: "As if my life needed to be more embarrassing, I totally just let go a Shart Sausage."
Dude #2: Seriously?! Did you leave your buttplug in again? How is that possible?
Dude #1: A cursed combo of Indian and several ounces of cheese...
a dapper young man that gets all the bitches who is best friends with jamal goongus and quandale dingle
"damn bro meticulous shart just stole my bitch"
"ya bro he gets all the bitches"
When you fart so propulsively, you believe a trace of shit particles escaped into your trousers. The ensuing five minutes of mental deliberation of whether you have any fecal matter in your pants is like a five yard false start penalty for an offense in football.
After eating shrimp at the Chinese buffet, I farted outside the restaurant. I wasn't sure if I crapped my pants, and it took me a while before I realized I just called a false shart penalty on myself.
Accidental shit that was wrongly anticipated to be a fart, which when left to dry forms a sometimes interesting crusted pattern on underwear.
Sold for a lucrative profit to any number of tosser art dealers who interpret the soiled garment(s) as the work of divine genius.
Those scotch bonnets last night led to accidental sharting earlier. I nearly threw away my Calvin Kleins! Luckily I had the sense to dry them on the radiator and sell the result for six figures on ebay to this insane art dealer. who thought the image looked like the last supper. I call in modern shart!
This is the Mother of all sharts. When you try to simply fart and power spray liquid shit which soaks through your underwear and runs down the back of your legs.
We all had to take a pay cut to keep our jobs. Then we found out the asshole paid his son in law a 9K bonus for being a summer intern. I ate a whole jar of jalapenos and sprayed his front door with a Mexican Shart! You can still see the stains from the runny shit!!