I boast my hubbies skills as a "flatuent" artist......hence the title.
I will not lie, it is quite impressive the stench that he can produce.....but I don't appreciate it when he makes me smell them....
He also likes to do what he calls "hot boxing" it. Like right now, he's somehow convinced himself that trapping that putrid air under the blankets and breathing it in is a good idea.....
and now he's looking at me with innocent eyes, like his nasty farts don't matter.....ah shucks, he's just too darn cute. Besides, how many people give a quick "oh" after every fart, thats just adorable. I will put up with tearing eyes for just one hug. Either that, or never feed him riblets and asparagus again.....(the dinner was amazing kitchens!!! loved it!)
And the anonymous pictures below have a story, I was just so extatic I forgot to right it. This is the future home of Mr. and Mrs. Wiens, conviently located downtown. It's 750 square feet, which means we have to have sex 750 times to cover every square foot of the house. yaya!!!
Peace out everyone
(aren't you all glad I started posting again?)