However, my larger point is this: It could just as easily have proved dangerous.
The awful outside smell seems somehow to have gotten in the bedroom!.
Heed the warning anyone who dares make me laugh.
That spot turned out to be on the bench—I saw a full one minute and 18 seconds on the field my entire time there—but I learned some invaluable lessons.
I am highly ticklish, and so unable to control my sphincter when laughing hysterically, and so did I accidentally let fly a stink bomb.
Loud enough to foster the illogical hope that maybe — just maybe! I roll over to my other side and fart.