“Hey gurl. I heard you blow that fart in there.”
“Haha! Yeah.”
“I can dig it — ‘cause you ain’t know nobody was up in here.”
“I wouldna gave a shit if they was.”
“Mmm hm — ‘sho you right.”
“Once, a guy – after a night out together – he came over. We were drunk and high as fuck. Something about drinking heavy and the next morning — I always woke up and had to fart, loud and hard – the loudest fart you ever heard. Great acoustics — I looked forward to it really. So we wake up — I don’t even remember the night before, only his saying, ‘Uh! Sandee’, then it was over — In the morning, I make one of my farts – they never smelled, which is strange, because I can whip up a stench with the best of them usually. So my guy’s like, startled – ha! But dig this — he says, ‘You know, that turned me on.’ I’m like, to myself, I knew it. I knew I couldn’t be the only one who thought that was hot.”
“You are blowin’ my mind right now…”
“So oh, hey, look – you want me. Right? I know you do. You like hearing my farts too.”
“The kinda luck I get, you fart on me, right? It smells like, Noooooooooooooooo!! Nothing like that trombone you played for your boy. And after a fart like that, I have to wait a while before, you know. I mean, I understand and all. It’s natural. But I can’t just, Mm! – yeah – after that. It has to like dissipate. Know what I’m sayin’.”
“Don’t be – negative. Have faith. I’m quite sure that I could, “compose” something just as nice, for you.”
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