You’re in bed. You’re under the sheets. You’re under a blanket. You pass gas. You Fart. You lift up the sheets and the blanket to let the Fart Fumes out. And you suck up those fumes into your nostrils. Why? It’s called fraction testing. And you like the smell of your own Fart. Of Your own gas.

The average person produces about half a liter of farts every day, and even though many women won’t admit it, women do fart just as often as men. In fact, a study has proven that when men and women eat the exact same food, woman tend to have even more concentrated gas than men. Women Fart harder, smellier, and longer than men do.

But you want more. So, here is more History of the Love of Our Own Farts.

In the quaint town of Provence, nestled amidst the rolling hills of France, there existed a peculiar tradition passed down through generations – the art of fart sniffing. It wasn’t just a pastime; it was a revered practice, believed to hold the key to one’s health and vitality. And at the heart of this tradition was Gaston, a jovial fellow with a nose as keen as a bloodhound’s.

Gaston had inherited the mantle of the town’s premier fart sniffer from his grandfather, who had learned the ancient techniques from a mysterious sage in the mountains. Each morning, Gaston would venture into the town square, adorned in his finest attire, ready to perform his olfactory duties.

The townsfolk would gather around, giggling and whispering in anticipation as Gaston approached each participant, a gleam in his eye and a twirl to his mustache. With a theatrical flourish, he would lift the blankets and sheets, allowing the fragrant fumes to waft into the air.

But why, you may ask, did people subject themselves to such a spectacle? Well, according to local folklore, there lay hidden secrets within the scent of one’s own fart – clues to one’s innermost workings, like a savory roadmap to wellness. It was believed that by inhaling the aroma of one’s own flatulence, individuals could gauge the state of their digestive health and even predict the future (albeit with a pinch of skepticism).

And so, the people of Provence reveled in the joy of their own bodily emissions, embracing them as a natural part of life’s symphony. They laughed and exchanged knowing glances as Gaston performed his duties, appreciating the camaraderie and connection that came with sharing such intimate moments.

As for the occasional giggles at the sight of someone else partaking in the sniffing ritual? Well, that was just part of the fun – a testament to the lighthearted spirit of the town and its colorful traditions.

So the next time you find yourself under the covers, indulging in a bit of fraction testing, remember the spirited folk of Provence and their timeless appreciation for the sweet scent of self-discovery. After all, there’s nothing quite like a good fart to lift the spirits and bring a smile to your face – even in the most unexpected of places.