I first opened my window, then decided to pull over and get out. The air was thick inside my car and I had a difficult time breathing. The odor was rancid and I found it really hard to believe it came from within me. Yes, I farted in my car and the smell was so awful, I had to exit for fresh air. I walked around the block to regain my senses and as I was doing so, an attractive man told me how "hot" I was. I smiled and kept on walking. I thought it odd that mere moments before, I was choking on my own gas and here's a man who sees nothing but my beauty. I wonder what he would say if he were to smell the rank stink that had just forced its way out of my intestinal tract? Would he still think I was "hot?" Would he still look at me with desire in his eyes? Maybe, but maybe not. Anyway, I just found the whole thing interesting to think about. No more Thai food for me at midnight, that's for sure...