So fart stories it is...
Back in 2004 my gf (now wife) and I were visiting my folks here in Calgary and decided camping was in order. They stayed in the 5th wheel while we stayed in a tent. I should mention that we had not yet reached the free-farting stage of the relationship.
Bring on the loudest and most disgusting case of gas I have had in years. In a tent. Holding back the beast was just not an option so fart threshold was to be crossed for better or worse. Throughout hours of incessant blasting she was taking it much better than expected - heck even I wanted to step out for a bit. That's when I decided to go for broke and give the Dutch Oven.
Was not a happy camper.
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