While pimpin’ at my hodown we began discussing flatulence. I’m not sure why this became a topic of discussion, other than the fact that it is a completely natural and normal bodily function, but it did.
Live Longer apparently has a weakness when it comes to flatulence and certain ‘cues’ can make her do so immediately. “I always tell my coworkers, ‘Don’t tickle or scare me.'” “Who tickles you at work?” I asked. “Well tickling will definitely make me fart but one girl at work always hides and jumps out at me when I come I around the corner or out of the bathroom.”
A few days later Live Longer accompanied Sleepless, Beaner and I to Zumba and, on the way, informed us she had a bit of a bad belly. “People fart in class all of the time. It’s like a huge hot box,” Beaner advised her. “True. It is horrible because we are totally trapped behind it. Hopefully nobody will tickle or scare you. Just in case, we’ll be sure to be on the back row, as usual, so nobody will have to smell it, maybe,” I suggested. “My farts don’t stick, they’re just really loud, so we should be fine,” she yelled to us over the music.
I wasn’t standing directly next to her during class so I’m not sure if she actually released organic flatus, but I do know nobody tickled or scared her.