You know what is the worst part about being married (for the guy) ?
No, its not the constant complaining, or the in-laws, or the need for 60 minutes of foreplay before sex (that's a whole other blog post) ...
It's the inability to fart whenever and wherever I please.
When I was single, I could let one go whenever I wanted to "let one go". In the kitchen when I was cooking a meal (okay, making Ramen), before going to bed, after getting up, before writing blog posts, after writing blog posts... you get the idea.
The sheer freedom of having control over my flatulence was amazing. I miss that.
Maybe someone can invent a mute button to my farts. That would be convenient.
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