So the other day I was questioning my friendship with my best friend. We've been friends for six years and I just have never questioned our friendship until now. I mean, we really don't have anything in common other than that we're both college bound. And I was thinking, 'Why the ******** are we still friends?' My question was soon answered, because the same day at lunch we had a conversation about farts. I knew we were friends for a reason. It started out with me talking about this youchoob video I saw about farts and then we started talking about the worst farts. Like when you're laying down in your bed and then you fart and a few hours later you lift the covers and you're just like, "Holy ********! What died?!" And then you remember you farted hours earlier and had thought that the fart would ave diffused. Or when you're in the pool and you fart. Those are the worst, because for whatever reason the chlorine and the methane just mingle and create the nastiest stink ever. Or those moments in class when you're just minding your own business and you feel this urge to fart and you're trying to hold it in the best you can, but you just can't? And then your fart starts to slowly eek out of your butt and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Even though you really want to apologize to the person sitting behind you, you just can't because then you'd be admitting to farting and that's just too embarrassing to deal with. But I think what the absolute worst is, is when you're with your friends and you fart and because they're your friends and you love them you don't want them to smell that so you try to inhale all of smelly air in hope no one will notice and no one will smell the atomic fury.
The conversation quickly went to when it is appropriate to fart in front of a significant other. It was decided there was not set time, just when you feel you're at that point where you can just let it rip.
 thexcitydark · Sat Dec 10, 2011 @ 09:11am · 0 Comments |
