Summer has been round for sunday lunch and we are in the kitchen when she starts to fart. i admit that it was quite a gassy meal and then when i bend down to load the dishwasher i let one rip too. we are just talking about how bad it smells - it is really, really eggy - when we realise we are not alone in the kitchen. please don’t judge us for this, we are so bloated…. wait hang on a minute…. is this a thing for you? if you promise not to tell anyone else, if that’s your thing we can do some more for you. we pull up our dresses and put our asses right in your face to fart some more.
