...whoever denied, it supplied it.
This story caught my eye, because I find flatulence to be a most hilarious, delightfully light-hearted subject.
Better to burp and taste it than to fart and waste it.
Ever strain your sphincter trying to contain intestinal gases? Don't lie. You did it all through your courtship, maybe all through your engagement... You did it while standing in line at the bank, in a crowded movie theater... You did it during your job interview and you probably did it in an airplane too.. (unlike some shameless and smelly people)
And if you're anything like me, you wonder where it goes when you shut the door on it... Does it travel away from the exit for a few moments, get angrier and then return? or does it just wait there for a bit, until some friends come and join in helping break down the door? When the hard questions need to be asked..leave it to me.