Living with Beijing means dealing with her attitude, her routine… and her gas. This full-length edition follows our entire morning together, from the moment she was laid out in her room letting out quiet morning farts, to the kitchen where the breakfast I made left her even gassier, all the way to the couch where she worked while making me stay behind her. It starts with me sniffing her morning farts and waking her up, which instantly put her in a mood. Then the kitchen hits, and she’s hunched over the counter blaming me for giving her a stomach full of gas—and making me sniff every fart that came out. By the time she moves to the couch to work, she’s over it and tells me to stay behind her and deal with the rest so she can focus. A full morning of roommate frustration, non-stop gas, and me taking every fart she let out from start to finish.
