We get home from a great lunch at your favorite Mexican restaurant. It was so tasty, but so filling I want to relax on the couch while we watch our ending episode to GoT. You have other ideas, though. You are feeling gassy, or so you think, so you challenge me to a friendly, flatulent competition. You think you can fart more than I can, and you place a bet for a blowjob if you can out gas me. I, of course, roll my eyes at this impossible thought since we both know I am way more gassy than you are. I tell you that since we are going to place bets, I am going to make sure it's something good, so good you will have to pay my rent. I immediately get to tooting. I can't help that that dinner made me SUPER gassy and that I am farting up a storm! I fart so much that you give up since you could only come up with about three small farts anyway. Serves you right for trying to keep up with my gassy ass! The lesson here is you shouldn't place bets your ass can't keep!