TMI WARNING! TMI WARNING!
Note the above warning. Read further at your own peril.
So the wife and I have been together for a long time. Over 15 years, maybe closer to 20. And we love each other dearly.
This being so, we fart with no shame.
So tonight Iâm sitting on the couch. Sheâs sitting in a chair near the couch. She makes that lovely âlift the cheek moveâ that everyone knows and loves. There is the sound of a baby elephant saying hello. Maybe âpffrtâ. And a few moments later she says, âOh my god. Oh no. That is awful.â
And so I say, âIt was bad, huh?â
And she says, âGet out now. Get out while you can. Oh my fucking God that is evil.â
And so I sit there and say, âOh come on now it canât be that bad.â
And she says, âWhere is the Febreeze. Get it now.â
And I am about to make some joke, with my mouth open, and I taste it. If I tell you that I have worked on digging up and replacing septic tanks and I have never had the pleasure of this scentâŠ
It was an effluvia strong enough to water your eyes and rot your teeth.
Febreeze? Hell no. It would take napalm to cover this smell.
I ran from the room asking her why she was keeping dead skunks in her ass.
I have no problem with marriage as a fine concept. But if it allows someone to blast you with gas like this, there should be a Geneva Convention rule or something.