I was installing a unit for a couple in their eighties. The wife was sitting next to me on the couch while the husband came slowly, and I mean SLOWLY down the stairs from the upstairs bedroom. We were facing the stairs from the side as he came down, and with each step he exuded a loud, juicy fart.
Every step, another fart; Another step, another juicy emanation, one after another until he got to the bottom and looked at me, shrugged, and said “sorry, I have a condition!”
And through all this there was absolutely no reaction from his wife whatsoever.
None. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
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My greatest fear through all this was that somehow the aroma would follow him to my location, so I moved rapidly to the kitchen…
…to no avail. Ugh…
Now THAT is love, or perhaps poor hearing and olfactory senses, but still I wonder what would happen if men and women just “made lite” of all the stupid social values that we place on things like farting, burping, and similar body functions that we ALL have. Yes even you women who exclaim “I NEVER Fart!”
Girls, you KNOW you fart!
I sure as hell do!
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