Friday Night. I'm home alone. Joanne is up at the condo in North Conway, NH doing Christmas shopping. You can't hear it or smell it, but I just farted.
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Just a nice, loud, smelly, masculine fart, with no spousal fallout. It's not a Ryan level fart. His are world class. But it was competitive.
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Then I noticed something.... No dirty looks. Even Isabelle and Ronick, my cats, didn't glance at me.
I have farted with no recourse. A freeby.
~Cool!
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