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We’re tangled in fairy lights and tinsel, laughing like idiots while I hang ornaments and my ass decides it’s the perfect time to let loose with the loudest, stinkiest farts you’ve ever heard. She’s cracking up, waving the air dramatically every time another deep bassy one rips out, while I just shrug and keep decorating like it’s totally normal. I turn over her and blast one right in her direction, both of us dying laughing as the room fills with my natural holiday scent. Nothing says couple goals like decorating the tree while your gassy girlfriend casually farts through the entire thing, and neither of us even cares about it because it's so normal.