hey there pooters and tooters! i took a short trip over the weekend, traveling by air. guess who i sat next to? yup, a sleeping fart machine! i sat next to the window, he sat in the middle seat, resting peacefully.. oblivious to the funk he was squirting out. why do i always end up next to these offenders?! i even tried waking him up by violently fanning myself with the airplane safety booklet. that was useless, though it did dissipate the smell a little. to his credit, he got up towards the end of the flight to take a long dump in the plane’s toilet. there was no more stinkage after that! phew!