Don't you hate when someone tries to get away with ripping off a silent one but it is so overwhelmingly powerful, you feel the need to leave the room? And then you realize that it was you...and you wonder what the hell you ate...and then you become concerned if you will ever be able to sufficiently air out the room or if the stench will hang in the fibers of the drapes/adhere to the paint...
No gentlemen, your dog did not coincidentally get more flatulent once you started dating/married the little woman. Girls fart too, we just blame your dog.
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