Consternation over whether or not to release one’s flatulence for fear of it being a big ole wet shart. The pressure is real but the fear of shatting oneself is concerning.
I had the Gentleman’s Delima today. I gambled and sadly, I lost. I sharted straight down my pant leg into my shoe. I should have known better having had a fizzy bisto earlier.
she is always loud, when it comes to something she likes and others don’t she dislikes it, she treats other people how she wants to be treated, she has the most prettiest eyes , she is known and has emotions but doesn’t show them