Well, here we are, packed like sardines in this elevator and marinating in a thick, beefy cloud of my fermented intestinal gases. Enough with all the accusatory glances and throat-clearing, Kurt. This fart is one hundred percent my intentional fault, and maybe once you all hear me out on why I ripped it, you’ll change your minds about the melodramatic way you’re reacting to it right now. So why did I just fart all up in the middle of this crowded elevator? My reasons are simple and plentiful: 1. To raise awareness for an air pollution charity that I support. As…