So there I am watching TV, having my pasta and sauce... as per usual steadfastly refusing to eat any weird Taiwanese crap (fried duck's head, chicken's feet...you get the idea).
And my flatmate comes in, plonks herself down next to me, eating something that sounds and smells like shit. I say 'sounds', because she's noisily devouring the unidentifiable whatever-the-hell-it-is like she's been without nutrition for oooh, at least a week...
And so the belching starts. She hasn't even finished eating and she's got gas. Therein is a sign something is up... no?
So I carry on watching TV, ignoring the "Arrrgh, arg" sounds.
And the "Pfffft.... Prrrrrrp" sounds start... She doesn't even bat an eyelid. Not even when I glare menacingly at her.
She's farting.
I'm my direction.
While I'm eating.
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