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I have, yes. I’m not always entirely comfortable about it. I don’t generally burp in the normal fashion (I will give a single hiccup instead), but as I have IBS I can out fart anyone. And sometimes they can get pretty ripe - so out of courtesy I’ll try to leave the room, but I don’t necessarily hide why.
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Yes, but only peeing. I need privacy for anything else.
Reminds me of the old joke:
Question: Why did you finally get married?
Answer: I was tired of holding in the gas.
I need privacy when I take a dump. All other releases are fair game.
I avoid doing any of these things in front of anyone. If I need to burp, I cover my mouth. And if I need to fart, I try to go in the bathroom. As for watching each other go to the toilet, no thanks. Some things are better left a mystery.
Hmm, you always hear how the flame goes out once you’ve been married for a while. Maybe all of this farting, belching, pissing, and shitting in front of one another has something to do with it. 
Good thing I’ll never know. haha.
Enough already!
How many times do I have to tell you: BEAUTIFUL WOMEN DO NOT FART OR TAKE CRAPS!
If I hear a suspicious noise, it was either me or my imagination.
If I smell something funny, it’s probably coming from the frig, one of our cats, or the Fina plant down the road.
If she’s in the bathroom, it’s either to “pass water”, freshen her make-up, or perhaps adjust her garter belt.
You people are absolutely ruining my image of Cinderella and Cindy Crawford.
:mad:
I get what people are saying about keeping some of the mystery, and I do lament for it a bit, when I realize it’s no longer there. However, I’m a pretty gassy person, whee! I don’t mind excusing myself, to let loose in the bathroom, and still do so, if I’m sure I’m going to possibly singe nose-hairs. There’s times I’ve found it’s almost impossible to do so. Car trips are a good example. I see it as a loss of mystery, but a trade-off for a gain of not writhing in agony trying to hold it in. Sure there’s products like Beano, but I’d be taking it almost daily, and there’s something nice about knowing a person loves you in all your rankness.
As far as my SO, he still has never farted in my presence willingly, gotta admire his steadfastness. He’s lactose intolerant, and I can only imagine the heroic efforts he must put forth. Burping is fair game in the house, unless company is present. We pee in front of each other, but anything else on the toilet is strictly private.
That’s priceless! Especially the part about squatting over the cat’s head. Poor kitty-poo.
Well, little buddy, since this is an internet message board, you’ve probably never seen most of us. For all you know, we’re all UGLY! Can ugly gals let it rip?
Well, O.K. If you’re ugly, I guess it’s allright. But ONLY because ugly girls have different anatomies and bodily functions than beautiful women. In fact, they are just men with breasts and without a penis. :mad:
BTW, I’m getting married next December and we are having separate bathrooms. Each of which is off-limits to the other. 
God forbid a woman should should be a normal human and not a perfect marble statue descended from the heavens. :rolleyes:
I both burp and fart around my husband.
Burping is fun, I reckon, and should be enjoyed with relish whenever the necessity arises.
Because of an incident many years ago (no, I won’t relate the details here) I have a reputation among my old friends as some sort of evil farting machine. My husband thinks it’s hilarious and tries to blame all his farts on me. Grr.
And with the way my stomach has decided to be these days, I pretty much have to seek his permission before I eat any cheese, because he will be the one suffering the consequences for my pizza.
The toilet: In the apartment we’re currently in, the toilet is in a separate room from the bath/sink, and because of the awkward placement of the door it is impossible to see the toilet (or anyone using it) from outside. So we just do our business as necessary. When we had a proper bathroom we only closed the door for Number Twos, but sometimes (‘I just need to grab my toothbrush’ etc) we would walk in on each other. No problems.
Certain times of the month I think he avoids the bathroom when I’m anywhere near it.
I’ll burp, but not fart. And I could never pee in front of any one, much less anything else.
Sometimes I wish he were the same. While I’m in the shower, he’ll grab his book and sit right down to take a shit. It wouldn’t bother me that much except that he’ll continue reading without flushing and stink the entire place up.
Some times when we’re getting in bed at night, he’ll fart under the covers and then lift them so the smell goes directly in my face and makes me gag.
Mr. Caricci and I have been married 8 1/2 years and I’ve only farted twice in front of him. Once, I had just fallen asleep and it woke me up and once I had an epidural during labor and couldn’t hold it in. I burp better than anyone in the whole world though and I’m very proud of my work. My son thinks ladies burp and men fart because, as proficient a burper as I am, Mr. Caricci is twice as good at farting. He doesn’t like to burp though. Neither of us every uses the toilet in front of the other. Sometimes he’ll pee in the upstairs bathroom with the door open, but there’s a wall in front of the toilet so I can hear the pee and see him standing but not see the pee. Number 2, never! When I was pregnant, I told him he couldn’t look down in the baby area because sometimes ladies poop when they push. Thank God I had a c-section and it was never an issue.
Hasn’t anyone ever spooned with their loved one and get farted on??? My husband and I have a lot of fun with farts… and with my IBS, I certainly have a lot of ammo. It’s become something of a crude, disgusting, super fun game. At the end of it all, we’re both in tears… From the laughter, not the fumes.
And yes, we’re both intelligent, civilized people.
Bathroom activities that require… eh, concentration… That’s a private thing. I’m not above yelling for a new roll of TP, though. In those instances, he merely opens the door and throws the roll, aiming for my head. My husband, on the other hand, is a covert pooper and prefers me to be asleep or out of the house.
Heh…after twenty years together, Mrs. Uvula and I ain’t shy about wind anymore.
We don’t have a cat, but whenever possible I try to blow one in the dog’s face just because he freaks out - jumps up and runs around like a madman. It’s very funny.
I’ve elevated my gastro-intestal eruptions to an art and science! I want to share them with as grand an audience as possible, including the wife, kid, coworkers and total strangers!
P.S. Overlyverbose, your fiance might be gay! Or democrat. (relax everyone. Its just a joke.)
Delta-32 Skee-do!
When I was married, we were very comfortable burping in front of one another, in fact, her whole family takes pride in letting out tremendous belches in public and in front of family members. Kind of a strange tradition.
I generally avoided farting when she was around, just because I figured I should spare subjecting her to the odor. There were quite a few silent ones, but mostly I saved farts for the bathroom. In our 10+ years of marriage, I don’t think I heard her audibly fart more than once.
Now, bathroom use was pretty relaxed, and we wouldn’t hesitate or think twice about taking a piss when the other is in there. Taking a dump, on the other hand, we both had the sense to do alone, with the door closed, to avoid subjecting others to unnecessary stench.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PEOPLE! What’s next? You gonna start examining each other’s stool samples! “Hey honey, what’s that? Is that some undigested corn that we had last night?” “Boy, your stool sample is sure putting me in a romantic mood. You know, honey, it’s so romantic when you fart and take a dump while I watch. Let’s go have some sex! But only if you promise to fart first…in my face.”
PUH…LEASEEEEEEEEEE!!! :mad:
It’s not like I’m asking to smell his farts. And I definately don’t enjoy it. He only does it because he knows I’ll freak out.
Sorry, wasn’t referring to you specifically. You were just the closest. 
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Where oh where are my doper friends when I need them to read something so we can laugh about it later.