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Reminds me of an old joke:
An old woman goes to see her doctor.
“I’ve got this problem…I’m passing wind, all the time. At least they’re silent, and they don’t smell.”
The doctor nods, and writes her a prescription. “Come back and see me in two weeks.”
Two weeks later, the old woman comes back.
“I don’t know what you’re giving me, but it’s not working! I’m passing wind just as much as I was before, but at least before, it didn’t smell. Now, it smells terribly!”
The doctor nods. “Alright, we’ve got your sense of smell working again. Now, we’ll work on the hearing.”
As for my embarrassing fart stories…well, I have to say, as a guy, about the only time I’m embarrassed about farting is at work (and I’m usually able to hold it in here). OTOH, at home, my wife is fond of saying, “Jeezy petes, how can you do that and live???”
When I was a boy (maybe 11 or 12), my younger sister had a friend over for a sleepover. The two of them were in our family room, in sleeping bags. It being Wisconsin, in the wintertime, we had a space-heater in that room (one of those old ones, with a glowing element like a toaster, and a fan to move the air). Feeling gassy, I ran into the family room, squatted down in front of the space-heater, and let fly. The heat from the space-heater amplified the stank, and the fan moved it around nicely. That friend never wanted to sleep over again…and, 30 years later, my sister still tells that story. 
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In the days before central heating, I used to like to blow ass in a fan and watch the carnage unfold.