My sister just reminded me of the time she came downstairs to see if we wanted breakfast and got punched in the face by the stale collection of J's nightly emissions lingering in the morning air.
He still thinks we're exaggerating the situation and claims his flatulence can't be any worse than my snoring. Touche.
Just this morning I woke up in a cloud of sulfuric acid. All these fart jokes made me think about this snl clip.
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