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Please, stop, this is genuinely a major fear of mine. As in thinking about this daily. Worrying I’ll see someone I know and pretend I didn’t see them because I just let one rip.
Dude, everyone farts, who gives a shit…
I believe that’s what’s known as a shart.
I can smell your sinful sedan from here.
Four open windows and the sunroof do the trick pretty quickly, I’ve found.
The fear is in someone seeing you when you’re less able to ride off and spread your miasma.
When you’re probing the gaseous clouds around Uranus.
