Fom's a fart

I farted.

There, I've told you. Don't derive any joy from it when fomfomfom comes around to telling you.

She followed me! I couldn't shake her off. I had to assume the position. She crouched on all fours and peered at my ahem. I just had to go so I strained and a fart came. Before the works.

I hope the fart hit her good. She doesn't respect privacy. And then she goes around telling everyone that Ping farted.

Like she doesn't fart, that old fart.

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