Passing gas is one of those bodily functions that everybody does but some decline to admit participation.
Yes, you fart, I fart, Oprah farts, we all fart.
I even know others who actually view the function as a "claim to fame" as it were.
The frequency of passing gas is quite a bit higher than I had originally imagined back in the distant past when I gave the matter some thought. These days it's all academic because I find that particular counter to be inordinately high anyway.
This is why I choose to sleep alone. Farting and the risk of rolling on top of some slight female and causing discomfort or injury.
Depends on what you consider to be "injury".
Today is National Pass Gas Day. It is a yearly observance held each January 7.
I figure this is an opportune moment to let one rip — as if I needed a cover story mind you.
I don't.
I think that more gas passed results in fewer spontaneous human combustions. At least that's my personal rationale for stinking up the place.
And by the way carbon footprint meaningless guff, green new deal scam, and global warming farce be totally damned.
See Also:
National Fart Day 2022
Global Wind Day 2019