Taking a business law final in a huge lecture hall. I arrive because my bike tire decided it didn't want the air that was in it, so it explodes. I take a pretty rad tumble, my tan pants are now covered in mud, I'm sweating walking into the room. Professor just shakes his head and points me to the front of the lecture hall.

The one chair that was left.. of course was squeaky as fuck. I'm not talking about that annoying squeak when you lean back or move to a new position. No. I'm in this god forsaken chair that squeaks at the slightest pen movement or deep breath.

I'm covered in mud squeaking like an annoying ten year old kid as I try to calm myself and cool down. As I'm gathering myself I feel this terrible rumble in my bottomless pit of a stomach, fuck you toaster strudels and beer. I know there is going to be a war down below, not a damn thing I can do about it. I try to lift one leg to ease a fart out. Nope, squeak. Squeak every fucking time.

I am now at a crossroads, fart loudly or squeak at every clinch. I decide to say fuck it and let her roar..

Bad bad, very bad choice.

Loud fart ensues.

At this point I am rushing through the exam trying to get out of there. I wind up skipping an entire section on accident, finish the exam first and stand up squeaking of course, and look at my seat..

It is covered in mud in the shape of my ass, I shamefully walk to the front to hand in my exam. The professor has no words, not good year, or thanks. No this bastard just chuckles at me.

I leave the room and carry my broken bike back to my apartment. Fail the exam and barely pass the course.

TL:DR: Squeaky muddy shit mess of an exam