Flying gives me a ton of gas. I was on a 16 hour flight a while ago with my cousin; 16 hours of toots accumulating inside me– I didn’t dare fart on the flight because you can smell a fart on a plane. After deplaning, so much gas was shooting out of me, I was able to fart on cue. While we were unpacking at the hotel, I pushed out a thunderous surprise boom for my cousin. She calmly responded with an equally impressive fart. Not to be outdone, I ripped out a louder one, and she again shot back her chiming butt winds. We communicated by butt sounds for another 30 seconds. It was pretty amazing. My family is gifted in the fart department.
Happy Hearts (and Farts) Day!