On a warm spring night, as the
sun set, a spell of flatulence came upon me, I had a split second to decide, the calssic Dutch Oven on my partner, or
something new, and so a plan was hatched. Using my toes i quickly jammed on the highest setting of the
fan next to the
bed, and flipped open the douvet cothers, she could not anticipate this move, nor counter the attack, I proceeded to release a days worth of clenched up ass savings, the air was instantly filled, and funneled entirely at her. In between her gags of desperation for clean air, only receiving recyclyed clouds of my ass
gas from the
fan, over and over, I was thrilled to see my master plan had worked, and ludly coined it as a new invention, The Dutch Windmill, To fart into an active fan, causing the recipient to recieve a blanket of "spicy" air.