I passed gas so much today and all the children were scared of coming close to me. I wish I was with some sweet while passing the gas. Like my fart smelt or what? My mum once told us about a certain grandma who was fun of passing gas loudly and at each fart, the grandchildren move to her side to tell her, " sorry " I wish there was a competition like, the fart competition, I would be glad to partake in it. I love plays like this, locking the door and passing out gas for my husband. He should be ready for it. God won't let me marry a boring and ancient man who gets irritated by lovely plays.
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