Unlike a mildly-to-moderately-heated first- or second-degree fart that may merely cause minor reddening and/or blistering, this term refers to a super-
hot expellation of concentrated putrid methane that not only broils
Uranus and singes your
butthole-hairs on the way out, but it also scorches the thigh/knee of any unfortunate fellow human being who happens to be unsuspectingly holding you on his lap at the
time! It is wise, therefore, to be constantly "aware" of your colon's current "status" or "progression" of fart-activity whenever you're canoodling with someone, so that if you "feel one on the way", you can hastily hop off (here's one case where your lover most definitely **won't** think you
rude or anti-social when you abruptly/wordlessly bounce up off his lap) and direct your posteriors away from your snuggle-buddy, anyone else within a fifty-foot radius, and of course, any source of
fire (yes, farts are VERY MUCH flammable!), such as the outdoor grille that's currently frying up another
big batch of the same beans 'n' hot wings that made you have the awful flatulence in the first place.
Redneck chick: I don't wanna have any interruption of the romantic snuggle-
time with my hopefully-future-
husband at our family's backyard barbecue this evening, so I'd better not partake of any of that rich spicy stuff that always gives me the third-degree farts!
