Reminiscing about the time I went (under duress) with my 8th grade class on a catholic retreat at Mount Mary in Ancaster. It was a former orphanage/boarding school (currently a convent, I think) and we had to sleep in spooky dormitories.

We were there for a week and the boys took to having nightly post-lights-out farting contest (stoked by consuming huge piles of cheese at dinner). One night they were so loud that our teacher went in to tell them to get to sleep, but immediately had to turn back due to the stench

The next day at morning prayers, we were all supposed to thank God for something. One of the boys, I can’t remember who, was like, “I’d like to thank God for our farts, which stopped us from getting in trouble with M. Marc last night.”

Anyway. Some comedy holds up.