Farts.....

I'm not really sure why, but flatulence amuses me. I don't know whether it's the silly sounds, the fact that it offends the sensibilities and well, EVERYTHING out of most people and it's a very antisocial thing to do.... Whatever.
There is also something very endearing to me about passing gas. If you think about it, the people that you most love, for them to feel comfortable enough around you to let one loose.... Come on! That's love. Granted the aftermath of said anal statement may be something left to be desired.... Like after hot wings and beer the night before and scrambled eggs and toast at brekkies, hot dogs at lunch and beans for snack..... Then maybe perhaps that love can be felt on the inside and you can vocalize it with your mouth instead..... And don't even try to pretend like you've never had one of those super long farts that changed pitch a few times and burned the hair out of your nose and peeled the paint off the walls and made the dog run away and made you not want to be your own friend any more.... You know you have. Shut up. Yes, you have.