So on the way home from a graduation party for the son of one of Monica’s co-workers, something I ate during the day started disagreeing with me. My stomach got all rumbly and gurgling. Then I got gassy. It happens. Monica was driving and these farts were coming out in a very silent but deadly fashion. Monica rolled down the windows but was still disgusted by it. Then she said something which reminded me again of why I love her so much.

“This is probably what they used to kill the Jews in the Holocaust.”

That’s right. My fiancee compared my passed gas to the gas used to slaughter 6 million Jews during World War II. That’s my girl.

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