Said my girlfriend after I let a silent gas bomb loose while we were in bed this morning. -I’ve had enough- she said -it’s like I’m sleeping with a dead animal-
I thought it was a very unjust thing to say, specially when I’d been holding back for her sake. Furious, I pulled the sheets over our heads and let the full monster that she had merely sniffed a preview of out.
After hearing the dreadful sound that came out of my anus I began to question if my girlfriend was right after all and there was a bullfrog in bed with us; though, by the sound of it, this dead animal was very much alive. The shriek that followed brought me back from my reverie. She started screaming for help at the top of her longs while struggling in a vain attempt to get away from the stinky blanket prison.
As I felt the hot fermented air inundate the atmosphere I couldn’t hold my laughter at the realization of the conundrum she was facing, as she became aware the more she screamed the more of the pestilent gas she inhaled.
When I finally let us free, she was laughing hysterically and big juicy tears were on her cheeks as she struggled to say -You fucking pig, you made me pee myself-