Just last week, I had a seconds on refried beans. Now I'm genetically designed to survive on beans but hadn't had any for a couple months. My wife had gone to bed and I'm laid back in my recliner. One of those electric recliners. Oh how convenient right?
So in full recline I let one fly and it felt a little heated, then the stench. I don't remember the last time I had to bail from my own fart. It turns out my wife had used the last of the battery power for the recliner. I'm trying to get out of the blast zone and I'm stuck. My feet are up, my head is up and my ass is in the bottom of the chair. It has kind of high arm rests and while it took a couple seconds to find my way out of the chair that won't decline, it took a lot longer than I wanted it to.
Next time I'll just sit on the couch.
