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Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date While yours truly sat here at the desk housing MacBook Pro, pondering his next idée fixe apropos for gamut of anonymous readers, he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually exploded out rear end; perhaps ye heard or felt the ground beneath your feet tremble; the missus didst not stir in her sleep yesterday (May 29th, 2023) when my troubles seemed so far away. Jog me memory I did with a little help figuratively nabbed, pilfering, ransacking, et cetera compilation of previously written poems which involved scrolling thru screen after screen of feeble attempts to craft some stellar literary creation. Worm I going with this line? Just by a fluke, I came across a scenario where humorous embellishment will (clear as water) diminish credence, but slight fabrication will help revival encompassing an outing with then girlfriend, who eventually became the missus. Upon the first date (mucho decades ago) not quite two score and three and a half years ago with the gal, whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed (anniversary inching itsy bitsy spider like up to seven and twenty earth orbitz), we agreed to dine at an avante garde Tex-Mex eatery in North Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the menu selection, a touch of Latin lick QED all American version sans south of the border cuisine – Quod Erat Demonstrandum – translations spit out in rapid fire Hispanic by a beady eyed pierced and inked kid named Ned, whose couture favored a punkish style with spiky gelled green hair, piercings galore and necklace with a genetically modified sizable entombed glassy pricey jewelry encased insect in amber lead, which beastly fully intact organism with a miniature grizzly bear like head momentarily hypnotizing me pray tell, yours truly nudged himself out of trance sans this egghead who made a selection by randomly landing finger on an item feigning to be well bred unbeknownst choice promised concussive radioactive fallout squelched with utmost difficulty nearly impossible mission to avoid loosing buttuck blast if belched out the posterior; fart would have catapulted, delivered fatalistic deafening roar wreaking havoc to life and limb costing countless lives regarding innocent restaurant patrons, whose arbitrary choice to partake of their repast at aforementioned homey unnamed restaurant analogous ending with tragicomic farce. After this Señor ingested an ample number of mouthfuls of beans and rice that quelled most severe hunger pangs mine lower gastrointestinal tract, felt a bubbling and gurgling sensation played through impropriety struggled with gaseous mounting perturbations, what promised to be hot malodorous, would induce an air raid from this “wind bag,” (whose puckered, preserved, pickled, et cetera and stinky namesake occupies a place at the Mutter Museum, whose saving grace erroneously divine), when wallet of suede discover herd visa vis tubby devoid of cash, thus convenient excuse to beat the tirade of volcanic eruption on the cusp of belching forth found me bolting out the restaurant door fortunately not waylaid and madly dashing (like some fiery comet dancer) performing a cheeky number hopping on one foot than the other – since forceful blast triggered kidneys to be tapped, thus prancer two step extemporaneously incorporated while awaiting available ATM only to espy debit printout slip inadequate funds available zero balance in checking account. While expulsion of noxious fumes from thine sphincter courtesy brought relief as aye nonchalantly prior to strolling inside cozy diner, and slipped into me seat disinclined to relate eave vents to future spouse, the bodily aeration and stream of urine (freed to water secluded copse) from me magic flute which, amazingly synchronized with the Maximus glute after consuming food triggered tushy to toot. Nevertheless, shortfall of legal tender unfortunately and subsequently found yours truly shackled, impressed, forced, et cetera as dishwashing galley slave dashed mine coveted bowed need for high strung Cupid annihilating, detonating, hexing, et cetera opportunistic spell to don and trumpet myself as artful dashing romancer.

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Spouse Cannot Forget Mine Suppressed Flatulence Upon Our First Date

Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date While yours truly sat here at the desk housing MacBook Pro, pondering his next idée fixe apropos for gamut of anonymous readers, he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually exploded out rear end; perhaps ye heard or felt the ground beneath your feet tremble; the missus didst not stir in her sleep yesterday (May 29th, 2023) when my troubles seemed so far away. Jog me memory I did with a little help figuratively nabbed, pilfering, ransacking, et cetera compilation of previously written poems which involved scrolling thru screen after screen of feeble attempts to craft some stellar literary creation. Worm I going with this line? Just by a fluke, I came across a scenario where humorous embellishment will (clear as water) diminish credence, but slight fabrication will help revival encompassing an outing with then girlfriend, who eventually became the missus. Upon the first date (mucho decades ago) not quite two score and three and a half years ago with the gal, whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed (anniversary inching itsy bitsy spider like up to seven and twenty earth orbitz), we agreed to dine at an avante garde Tex-Mex eatery in North Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the menu selection, a touch of Latin lick QED all American version sans south of the border cuisine – Quod Erat Demonstrandum – translations spit out in rapid fire Hispanic by a beady eyed pierced and inked kid named Ned, whose couture favored a punkish style with spiky gelled green hair, piercings galore and necklace with a genetically modified sizable entombed glassy pricey jewelry encased insect in amber lead, which beastly fully intact organism with a miniature grizzly bear like head momentarily hypnotizing me pray tell, yours truly nudged himself out of trance sans this egghead who made a selection by randomly landing finger on an item feigning to be well bred unbeknownst choice promised concussive radioactive fallout squelched with utmost difficulty nearly impossible mission to avoid loosing buttuck blast if belched out the posterior; fart would have catapulted, delivered fatalistic deafening roar wreaking havoc to life and limb costing countless lives regarding innocent restaurant patrons, whose arbitrary choice to partake of their repast at aforementioned homey unnamed restaurant analogous ending with tragicomic farce. After this Señor ingested an ample number of mouthfuls of beans and rice that quelled most severe hunger pangs mine lower gastrointestinal tract, felt a bubbling and gurgling sensation played through impropriety struggled with gaseous mounting perturbations, what promised to be hot malodorous, would induce an air raid from this “wind bag,” (whose puckered, preserved, pickled, et cetera and stinky namesake occupies a place at the Mutter Museum, whose saving grace erroneously divine), when wallet of suede discover herd visa vis tubby devoid of cash, thus convenient excuse to beat the tirade of volcanic eruption on the cusp of belching forth found me bolting out the restaurant door fortunately not waylaid and madly dashing (like some fiery comet dancer) performing a cheeky number hopping on one foot than the other – since forceful blast triggered kidneys to be tapped, thus prancer two step extemporaneously incorporated while awaiting available ATM only to espy debit printout slip inadequate funds available zero balance in checking account. While expulsion of noxious fumes from thine sphincter courtesy brought relief as aye nonchalantly prior to strolling inside cozy diner, and slipped into me seat disinclined to relate eave vents to future spouse, the bodily aeration and stream of urine (freed to water secluded copse) from me magic flute which, amazingly synchronized with the Maximus glute after consuming food triggered tushy to toot. Nevertheless, shortfall of legal tender unfortunately and subsequently found yours truly shackled, impressed, forced, et cetera as dishwashing galley slave dashed mine coveted bowed need for high strung Cupid annihilating, detonating, hexing, et cetera opportunistic spell to don and trumpet myself as artful dashing romancer.