jag?

I have always had extremely lethal gas, but lately it has gotten worse (better, in my opinion, because I truly enjoy my panty poofs). I was over at my guy friends' place, out on the front porch for a smoke break. I was joined by my friend and the dog (who was doing plenty on her own!) I ripped a really good one. The kind that feels really thick and hot, and is slow to permeate. It took a few seconds to waft over to my friend, who actually gagged! He picked up a lid to the trash can and tried to fan it away. (Keep in mind we are OUTSIDE!!!!)The dog got a whiff, and ran back inside through the doggy door. I am laughing so hard at this point, not only from his reaction to the aroma, but also because I am especially proud of this one. I am in desperate need of a potty at this point, not just because I am about to launch a rocket, but because I am starting to pee in my pants! I had a lot more good ones that night, I wish I could remember what I ate! I have come to the conclusion that I should bring a change of underpants wherever I go...