Imagine having the best seat in the house: you're behind me, underneath me, as I get ready, adjusting my BLUE Thong. You catch that bubbly, long fart while I change clothes, and you catch another one.

The smell is intense, a potent mix of everything I had for lunch. Imagine a pungent, sulfuric odor that hits your nose with a sharp intensity. There's a lingering earthiness, reminiscent of cooked cabbage and eggs, mixed with a slightly sweet, musty undertone. The smell can be thick and heavy, almost tangible, hanging in the air and making it hard to ignore. I take that blue thong and...

Imagine having the best seat in the house: you're behind me, underneath me, as I get ready, adjusting my BLUE Thong. You catch that bubbly, long fart while I change clothes, and you catch another one.

The smell is intense, a potent mix of everything I had for lunch. Imagine a pungent, sulfuric odor that hits your nose with a sharp intensity. There's a lingering earthiness, reminiscent of cooked cabbage and eggs, mixed with a slightly sweet, musty undertone. The smell can be thick and heavy, almost tangible, hanging in the air and making it hard to ignore. I take that blue thong and give it a run for its money, farting all over it, and you get the best view in the house.