I half-heartedly moderate this unruly discussion, or something.
My husband is the farting champion.he can be quite concussive.
I half-heartedly moderate this unruly discussion, or something.
Hold on ...
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Silent but deadly.

Concussive force. Now this is how I'm imagining you're husband entering a room.
Your husband enters, and surveys the room. He slightly tilts his buttox to the side. A force is let loose that makes his pants ripple, with a sound akin to wet thunder. An invisible cloud speeds through the air, as time around it slows, and a air rippling affect follows closely behind it. Suddenly someone from across the rooms head jerks back with a wet smack sound. They fall backwards to the floor. Your husband's job finished, he smirks, and exits the room.
He's quite accomplished.Break out the Fabreeze!![]()
Thank God you were here.I half-heartedly moderate this unruly discussion, or something.
We holding a farting competition are we?
Just sitting here enjoying the smell.
Don't light a match, you'll blow the whole thread up.
(Look of realization) Which is what your adversary wanted all along!

I saw your name, and awaited your emoji of disgust.is that what you're admitting to?
Thank God you were here.