I want to hear all your best and worst stories of passing gas.
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We had the best family fart wars when I was growing up. I would guess that is why I still find them funny and let’s face it, we all do it so why be ashamed. My dad would wait until I laid down on the floor next to him to watch TV and trap me so I could not get away. My mom was the best at crop dusting someone and be gone before it hit you. Everyone in the house knew what was his or hers best ammo to eat / drink to get your motor running before that night. I remember planning out my attack and launching a full on offensive. However, you have to look out because revenge can be silent but deadly.
*note* crop dusting = to quietly pass gas while walking past someone so they will walk into your cloud
