I discovered this secret very early in life. It all started when I was a kid. My mother cooked beans for dinner one night and my stomach swelled. ( He's pregnant) That night in bed I couldn't stop farting. But worse than that, I discovered I really liked the smell of my own farts. Whenever my butt trumpet would blast, I would curl up under the covers and smell my own bodily fragrance that was my farts. I enjoyed nothing more than wafting his farts at night when no one else was around. Not even a one bit gross. Nope, not at all...