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Only when I know we'll be hanging out for a long time.
When I first met my wife, I remember she'd come over to watch a movie, and if I had to fart I'd go to the bedroom, open the closet door, stick my butt in, and let one go.
All of the clothes and stuff in the closet acted as a sound baffle for my fart reverberation.
Now, farting in her presence is like a science experiment. When I know a big one is coming, I'll pause the TV and segment the fart into smaller fart pieces, and modulate the pitch. She laughs every time, unless I'm having spoiled milk farts, then she clears the room.
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