As it was over, we turned the light off and Dan threw his arm over me and we nestled in for the night. Little did we know the terror that lied ahead.
The rumbling began.
Then came one loud explosion.
Then the smell....
The terrifying, horrific smell.
You'd think it was just a man thing, but it was coming from both sides of the bed.
It is amazing after 6 years of marriage how unembarrassed you become by such grossness.
We were like some disgusting toilet themed musical band playing in perfect rhythm.
But then my husband with great exuberance brought forth an AMAZING grand finale....
It was impressive in size and smell.
We both went cross eyed.
The he jumped out of bed, turned around and showed me....there was a hole blown out in the back of his underwear.
That bean soup is nuclear.
I think it should be outlawed.
At least in our bedroom.
And now for my favorite "farting" terms. Please feel free to share yours.
Oops! I let fluffy of the leash.
Chinese barking spiders
Blowing Ye Butt Trumpet
The Great Brown Cloud