Dutch ovens anyone?

It takes years, sometimes decades to achieve the comfort level where you can fart infront of your partner. To this day I still leave the room, let it go into an envelope and mail it to Peru (Sorry about that all you Peruvians) In our household there are no games of "pull my finger," "guess what's decomposing?" or "that's a bad kitty!" For those of you who have achieved a tier above the guilt, above the embarrassment, I salute you. Nay, I applaud you and your foul reek. Like the loving couple in the link it’s obvious that they have a great deal of passion for one another and display it in a sensitive caring way, giving the gift of flatulence. I can hardly wait until my girl's next birthday.