Girls Are Gassy, Yo

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Okay, so it’s my very first post going live on my new and *improved* site, and I guess I should have kept it more classy. But this has been on my mind as of late. The other night, my husband farted (or “tooted” as we say in our house), and it was shocking — not the smell or anything, but just the fact that I heard its oh-so-subtle trumpet from the couch cushions. I say this because I can literally {Read More}