Then you get the witching hour, when she’s asleep, relaxes, and all those farts escape.
I’m the opposite. My witching hour is the hour after I wake up. Apparently I don’t fart in my sleep so I wake up inflated like a parade balloon. I greet the morning with my very own greatly protracted rendition of reveille.
It used to be a big problem for me, but my most recent partner was just like “just fart”, and then would giggle like a schoolboy every time I did, which took all the pressure off (literally and figuratively).
One of my favorite memories was kissing my partner, hard, because, well, we were really turned on, and there was a fart. We paused, I arched my eyebrow and a smile, back to the mad makeout session, and then I farted. It then became a game for the next ten minutes of who could fart while not stopping the liplocks.
Accepting that we’re biological seems to make everyone happier, and much gigglier.
My wife farts so loud sometimes that she startles herself awake
Is your wife a dog?
Once, back in 1984. We don’t like to talk about it.
Let it go, let it go Can’t hold it back anymore
But what if it’s a shart 💨💩😩
Let your freedom fly
Looking by the hair braids/earrings I’m guessing this is from Werewolf the apocalypse (or the old French skirmish game “Confrontation” possibly?)
Anyway this is meme perfection ❤️
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If you’re one of those people that tells someone to go to the bathroom just to fart, we can’t be friends.
aroo?
Although times are changing, this wasn’t just a him thing. This was strongly enforced by mothers and girlfriends, etc. also.
I was talking to a friend about it. It was so bad in college in the eighties, her dorm had a communal bathroom for the floor. Girls wouldn’t poop if another girl was in there. They’d come back in the middle of the night
