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Oh boy, get your gas masks on for this one, boys. Grandmas baking something -- and it's not cookies. But they're just as brown. This hog's name is Bertha, and she's in labor, about to Bertha big fart.
I love brapping fat ones! You've never met a gal who tries as hard as I do to create the perfect, satisfactory fart. I involve lots of different supplies when I concoct the perfect fart. We're talking baby powder on the anu (plural of anus) region of the pants, so when the fart leaves the building (me), I see the effects in the form of a puffy white smelly cloud. The smell of fart and baby powder is so unique, my home smells so good because of it! I also oil down my anus to create a wet slappy sound. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm farting on oil or started to get diarrhea! Talk about a smelly surprise haha. Sadly I have never married nor had children due to my terminal farts. In fact, I'm not even allowed into town to go grocery shopping. I have to fend for myself and hunt squirrels for survival. Since I'm disqualified from society, I am pretty suicidal and lonely, but ripping fat farts always makes me feel better. Both physically and emotionally.
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