I was educated at an all male school,and spent my life playing hockey, both tremendous places to hone the fine art of flatulence. I still don't know what earned more respect in my group of friends, a really stinky SBD or a loud, long lasting although not stinky one. Of course if you could get the combination of tone and stench you were a hero.

I have never been ashamed of a good fart in the company of the fellas, with one exception. Many years ago I had to go to a job site three hours from home. A co-worker picked me up at 5:00 a.m. following an evening of Mexican Food with Jalapeno salsa and a couple of jugs of Sangria. The first one or two we laughed off, but this actually became a serious problem with me ending up doubled over in pain for the majority of the trip, the only relief was to violently pass noxous gas. We were confined to the cab of a pick up truck and it was late winter, so we couldn't really leave the windows down. As bad as I felt, I felt terrible for the other guy who had to put up with me for six hours. He still shudders when thinking of it.