I don’t know how to put this delicately, but from time to time, I pass gas. I’m not horribly inappropriate–I’ve never done it in a job interview or during the Inauguration or something–but take me out for a good masala, and things are likely to get comical later that night. I’m not ashamed or proud; it’s just a human thing.
Except my fiance swears to me that in the three years they were together, she never heard her ex fart. Not once. Not only that, but Ex never laughed at someone else’s fart. That’s so weird to me–how do you stay so properly put together in the face of that kind of sound effect?
I thought of this when I saw the Mad Men scene in the picture above: Betty and Megan meeting in Dark Shadows. The ex and the current; one kind of tight and proper, one kind of laid back. I bet Megan farts like a buffalo.