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Passing Gas A Rude Boy

It’s not an Olympic sport but passing wind is free form, like free style figure skating or swimming. 
The only difference between the two is that passing wind is frowned upon by society.  There are no trophies or bouquet of flowers for people who pass wind in public.
Point of correction.  It is not my intention to do it in public.  It is the natural act itself claiming its right to be.  When it is time for the wind to exit my body, off it goes. 
It does not care where I am: attending a workshop, waiting to pay at the grocery store or at the bank, to find out why my balance is minus zero when I thought I had $20 left.  This is a hypothetical situation you understand.
Passing wind has no sense of timing.  Let’s just call it like it is. Example.  A young man has been making moves on a young woman for months.  She finally agrees on a date.  He tells his homies that he’s just about to clinch the deal. 
She arrives dressed to kill and knows the difference between China and Korea, and basketb…