

***Story Time, Part 2:*** Later on in the evening, we all decided to watch a movie. There were quite a few people over, and not a ton of seats. One person decided to sit on the plush rug and kinda lie down there and chill out. I stayed in my same spot on the couch where I'd been farting earlier, and I was reclined with my feet up. I had two guys beside me on the couch, and the one man's wife sitting on the rug almost right beneath me. 😳 We all sat in close proximity and watched this terrible movie while laughing about it and chatting the entire time, while seated in the locations you see in the photo here. The *entire* time, my stomach was **killing** me. It was gurgling and making all kinds of noises as I tried desperately to hold in my farts. I'm sure other people could hear it. I briefly contemplated trying to sneak out a gentle fart to alleviate some pressure, but if you listened to the farts in my last post, you realize how risky that would have been. I mean, there was a good chance my farts would have been LOUD. Plus, I was sitting so close to other people (two dudes wedged onto the couch beside me, and another person with her head right in the line of fire, plus others not pictured on the reclining chairs on my other side.) I decided I really couldn't risk it. I pondered getting up to excuse myself a few times, but didn't want to miss the movie, so I just squirmed around uncomfortably in my seat, holding in my trapped gas for two hours as my body continued to produce more and more of it from the pasta dinner I'd had earlier!