Okay, so not really embarassing to me, but either I'm blind or it just doesn't come up much OR y'all are so used to it that it seems obvious to everyone but me...
... but...
... what's with the FARTS??
Or is this just me?! I swear, I can sit on the couch and yet rattle the hardwood floors... over and over... all night long. I wake the dog out of a dead sleep and I think I'm giving my boyfriend an insecurity complex (it's that whole perma-12-year-old-boy thing y'all have going on).
It's not that they're particularly, ah, floral... but I also don't get the big D like many do, so that may be why. But the VOLUME! God, I impress myself with it, but it's definitely been worst when I'm most flared. The worst is when I'm in class or around people... because holding these babies in HURTS. Yeesh.
Yay, farts?
... but...
... what's with the FARTS??
Or is this just me?! I swear, I can sit on the couch and yet rattle the hardwood floors... over and over... all night long. I wake the dog out of a dead sleep and I think I'm giving my boyfriend an insecurity complex (it's that whole perma-12-year-old-boy thing y'all have going on).
It's not that they're particularly, ah, floral... but I also don't get the big D like many do, so that may be why. But the VOLUME! God, I impress myself with it, but it's definitely been worst when I'm most flared. The worst is when I'm in class or around people... because holding these babies in HURTS. Yeesh.
Yay, farts?