Hey, Bill!! I do believe that delicate flower of a wife ya got there expelled a gaseous queef o' airy goodness from her vulvic nether region! It may be a result of the continuous banging of my wanger-doodle in said wife's snapper hole.
Gosh, Don! All this scientific sex talk is making me hungry! Hand me that box of Nabisco Queefs or I will bludgen your head with this solid aluminum replica of a baby's arm holding an apple.