You take me out on a date Friday night to a Mexican restaurant. I have to end the date abruptly after dinner complaining of gas pains. I end up farting in your car before you drop me off, leaving a really creamy lingering fart scent that you could still smell as you drive home. You can't help yourself but to sniff the seat when the coast is clear. You wish I would have invited you in and let you sniff my ass while I rip farts in your face, but I have no clue about your fart fetish yet.

I end up staying in all weekend farting my brains out. Certain foods give me gas for days.