Oh yes we freaking do! But I must admit, there is something so special about the beginning of a relationship when you clench your butt hole tight, praying to God nothing squeezes out. I proudly have never let anything slip in my last 6 years of dating. Except for that one time in my sleep. And boy, did he let me know about it the next day. He was sure to remind me every few days for the next few weeks.
I went out for dinner to a Thai restaurant with a group of girls this past week. I had to give a massage afterward and the rest of the girls were going out for a walk around the lake. I spent much of the 90 minutes I worked on this new client on high alert, making sure nothing was going to escape back there.
I met up with the girls later in the evening and asked, "is anybody else farting up a storm after dinner?" and I kid you not, all four of them said YES. In unison. For some reason, I felt as relieved as if I had drunk a bottle of Mylanta. There was something comforting about knowing they were suffering, too. Although, they admitted to letting it rip all night as they walked. Lucky bitches weren't trapped in a hotel room like me.
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