Get out, Chicken Farters!

Tootsie and I picked up one of this really thin pizza from this oh-so-very-expensive franchise from somewhere and a whole fried chicken to fill up our oh-so-picky digestive bags just so a birthday would feel like a happy birthday.

Everything went well until the sleeping minutes when you have to do this lip touching thingy. Seconds before that I shoot one silent "butt air". That air-conditioned the room pretty fast. The whole four corners of the room smelled like how a butt air should smell but not to my sleepy partner.

*Mwuah*

You farted and it's chicken!