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In order to do a proper "Crop Duster" one must powder his ass before going into the 69 position. If she doesn't cum up with powder on her face someting is wrong. (Scented powder recommended because it covers the smell)
She was powdered down after that crop duster i gave her last night
When somebody throws their on shit on the ceiling and then turns the fan on and it all falls back into their face.
Crop Dusters shit just flew back into his face.
When Mr. Teeds mom releases noxious carcinogenic odors from her flapping meat wallet as she passes by.
Is there a rotting carcas in here or did Teeds mom walk in the room?
When you fart on a victim and they unknowingly walk past others with the stinch of your bowels.
I farted on my 2 year old and he ran to his mother. And she cringed at the smell' thinking he shat him self. Hence the surrogate crop duster.
When trapped in an office with a terrible case of the farts, one gets up and does a couple of laps around the office perimeter, slowly and quietly squeezing off a continuous ass rip so as to allude to merely stretching your legs while in reality you are letting off some sever bung hole pressure.
If that fucking Lenny walks by my desk one more time doing the Cleveland Crop Duster, I’m going to kick him in the balls!
When a guy is analing his girlfriend and she farts either on him or on his dick and the smell is unbearable, kind of like curry or any other Malaysian/Indian food.
Guy 1: Bro last night I assfucked my girl and she farted on my dick right before I stuck it in! It smelled like fucking shit!
Guy 2: Haha! You just got Malaysian Crop Dusted.(Another form of Malaysian Crop Duster)
When one begins the day at Waffle House, continues by eating large quantities of smoked meats, and imbibes sufficient alcohol, they become the villain known as the Chattanooga Crop Duster. The lowered inhibition from the blood alcohol level and fermentation of the meat in the belly turns even the most lawful good character into a gaseous gangster, venting their gastrointestinal malaise for all to smell as they skip down the sidewalk in search of more ribs, beer, and/or hash browns.
My buddy G went down south and enjoyed the grease, barbecue, and libations so much he morphed into the Chattanooga Crop Duster. I thought I smelled a natural gas leak, but it was just him ripping ass.