Does Flatulence, Really Feel Like Flagellation? Or Whipped Up Hot Air!

We all heard the expression. I just whipped up a Fireball storm. If I had a match, I set my Derrière on fire,
and lift myself 3ft of the ground. Some are proud {Do you Smell that!} others are embarrassed, especially
when caught. Have you?

Some run to the bathroom in anguish, to fined out someone’s there. Dame! Covertly in corners we push in despair,
while realising as you run Up or down the stairs, or letting one Go~~~ through Corridor praying that no one's there.

Our human bodies have to deject combustion gases. Since It’s a built up, by the brake down of our foods, in our digestive
system! We must all, or we would die. Internal combustion.

I know many women that have denied this act, as for women they never lie? Just stretch the Truth, I do Say.

Yes that dame Indian {India}, Mexican, Sushi Sichuan, Chinese, beans with bear, & buffets. Has done many in, the irony
& painful drama!

Massive sharp stabbing panes, realised from your intestines, as your eyes tear up, and you’re pulling a cold sweat. Then to
add insult to injury we start uncontrollably releasing gas and there's only so long one can hold it in, especially if others are
around you. We’ve been all told never hold it in you might blow up, its not healthy.

Made worse is the aroma, that seams to linger around you, a Bio-Harassed weapon that could eliminate advancing army’s,
in one single blow. Silent and deadly are the most violent and I adore, covertly they hit as you’re gasping for fresh air in despair.

But the worst I must admit, is when you squeeze a wet one out, with out a doubt you’ll be left Shocked into chagrin!

 

That's hilarious! You made my day, thanks Spaniard.