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The whiplash of your farts still linger in my room,
It smells like a ******* zoo.
You smile and laugh
As I coward away in a corner screaming at the top of my lungs because your farts ******* stink.
I ask you what did you have to eat,
and you reply "The boxed mac n cheese, with MILK!"
My heart stops and my eyes nearly plop out of my head
"Milk!?" I scream into my shirt, covering my nose
To stop the smell of death.
******* your farts stink.
i still love my girlfriend but dang, her farts do stink
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