SilvaTungDevil
Sexy Mother Clucker
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So I was invited out to a party last night. In preparation I applied febreeze liberally and brushed my remaining teeth. As the time for the party approached, I began to get nervous with anticipation. My stomach rumbled as high strung apprehension is often a precursor to my irritable bowel syndrome.
The party was nice and the guests were all fairly high class. Well, high class might be an exaggeration but compared to most of the parties I go to, at least all of these folks seemed to own a pair of shoes and none of them smelled like vinegar salad.
I was having a grand time when the first fulminations of discontent began in my nethers. This was going to be a problem. I knew that the likelihood of holding in such a grenade of gaseousness would be impossible so I began ticking off my options.
Shuffle farts? While puttering across the room releasing small clouds of joy with each step sounded like a great choice, I wasn't quite confident that my sphincter had the discipline for the controlled bursts required by this maneuver.
A one cheek sneak then? This was probably not an option as I was seated on the couch lodged between two fellow guests. The reverb was sure to give me away.
A cough-fart? Ah the ultimate in stealth flatulence. Yes, here was the ticket to covert camouflaging. My surreptitious plan was apt to work!
The party was nice and the guests were all fairly high class. Well, high class might be an exaggeration but compared to most of the parties I go to, at least all of these folks seemed to own a pair of shoes and none of them smelled like vinegar salad.
I was having a grand time when the first fulminations of discontent began in my nethers. This was going to be a problem. I knew that the likelihood of holding in such a grenade of gaseousness would be impossible so I began ticking off my options.
Shuffle farts? While puttering across the room releasing small clouds of joy with each step sounded like a great choice, I wasn't quite confident that my sphincter had the discipline for the controlled bursts required by this maneuver.
A one cheek sneak then? This was probably not an option as I was seated on the couch lodged between two fellow guests. The reverb was sure to give me away.
A cough-fart? Ah the ultimate in stealth flatulence. Yes, here was the ticket to covert camouflaging. My surreptitious plan was apt to work!