When a
boyfriend and girlfriend step into a comfortable place where
uncomfortably holding farts in, is no longer. No more explosions when she steps out of the truck. No more loud, dry coughs to cover a fart on the wooden chair at your Caribou date. No more passing false convictions to your dog when your
significant other walks in right after you slipped a quiet sauerkraut tickler. This is the stage where trusting each other grows tremendously and the trust for your farts does the exact opposite.
Fartnership displayed: A fantastic partnership of two having a
conversation on the way home from Chipotle - Ladyfriend, "Ooo man my stomach hurts, Sweetie I think we may have to make a quick poop stop." Manfriend,"No, it'll be ok Darling, trust me. Be fearless, fart as loud as your anus will allow." Ladyfriend, "Ok sweetie, thank you for not passing judgement." (plopping, slappy ham mist is forced through) Manfriend,"You are so courageous, I love you."
Jack forcefully cocoons Jill
under the blanket to bask in a devilish warm butt gas. Jill laughs a bit. They have demonstrated a fartnership.
She showers as he poops, a slightly different form of
Irish Bonding, both are unable to keep a quiet fart against the porcelain and shower tile. Gentle giggles and conversations ensue later. This would be fartnership at its best.