Getting home from and Irish Buffet, I've had a lot of broiled cabbage! But we've been together for awhile so I'm very comfortable with you. Holding My stomach, a couple squeakers escape and I have to excuse Myself to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet with the door wide open, chatting about our plans for the evening, while I rip several loud farts on the toilet, and burp a few times throughout. Don't you love Me?