I recently went swimming with an attractive female. In the deep end of the pool we took turns splashing each other in the face and slowly made our way over to the shallow end. She swam lethargically in the shallow water and then stopped. I noticed bubbles rising in the water around her waist. They grew bigger and then came at a rapid pace. She was smiling.
I confronted her about the bubbles. I first asked if she was a fish because it seemed as though she had taken on some aquatic life form. She stated: "I am not a fish...but I am letting a few go here in the water and it feels great. I hope you can't smell them." I turned around so that my back was towards her and hurried out of the water. She yelled for me, but I made no reply. I needed to save myself from the underwater farting and the contamination that might have gotten me on a sunny summer day in July.
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