There is nothing more painful than a fart that refuses to come out. And the pain isn’t just physical; it’s emotional.
As a lover of flatulence, I liken it to a rebellious teenage son. You devote so much of your life, so much of your time, and so much of your love to him, and, yet, he continually causes you pain.
At some point, he may even hurt you enough that you question your unconditional love for him. But deep inside you, even the places that hurt worst know that the love remains, so you persevere.
Perseverance can be difficult, especially during those bleakest times, but it is almost always rewarded. For one day, he will recognize the error of his ways and realize, with full appreciation, how much love he has been shown.
And on that day, joy will shoot out of your butthole.
