I pooted, ok? We were laying in bed, and I pooted. Being the gentleman that I am, I trapped the fart underneath the blankets in a smelly cocoon. My wife, insisting that we need to "air out" the situation, jettisoned the blanket off of our bodies. The smell was direct, pungent, unforgiving, and violent. Personally, I blame the island food.
Anyway, my wife's laughter soon turned to a hurried run to the bathroom. I could hear the gurgling chortles coming from the bathroom as she puked, laughed, and then puked some more.
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