So I was farting up a storm in the shower this morning when I had one of those retarded epiphanies- Burra, the previous evening, had been tightening all sorts of adult muiscles while we wrestled with Rodney's Power Yoga, and decided to bring our relationship tyo the next level by providing a caucophany of sounds (fine it was simply a single, barely audible, sound).
I had no idea how to react as I was mid-wash. Do I wash my hair, my testicles and the rest or haul ass out of that tiny shower to bombard her with my immature drivel of thoughts? I giggled my way through drying off and confronted her mature demenour with my simpleton ways.
Needless to say we are two mature individuals who do not partake in low-brow odor humour.
I love you Burra, don't ever change (except for the farting during yoga).
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