We go on a little camping trip, and getting settled for the night. I start to get gassy, something that happened when I get nervous. I fart, attempting to hold them in, but as the night get darker, my mind races with the worst possible scenarios. You eventually doze off and wake up to me telling you that I have to go to the bathroom but need you to come with me. You say you're too tired, and roll back over. You wake up again, this time to me farting directly in your face. I giggle, and tell you since you're not nice enough to go with me, I'll stop being nice and holding in my farts. I start...

We go on a little camping trip, and getting settled for the night. I start to get gassy, something that happened when I get nervous. I fart, attempting to hold them in, but as the night get darker, my mind races with the worst possible scenarios. You eventually doze off and wake up to me telling you that I have to go to the bathroom but need you to come with me. You say you're too tired, and roll back over. You wake up again, this time to me farting directly in your face. I giggle, and tell you since you're not nice enough to go with me, I'll stop being nice and holding in my farts. I start to let them rip, wafting them to you. I find it funny. You, not so much. You tell me you'll go with me, but please stop farting. I say it's too late and put my butt directly to your face and let them rip again.