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My girlfriend used to really mind until there was one incident on the train to DC. We were nervous as hell because there were drug and arms deals going on around us (I kid you not, somebody was on the train selling parts for a 357 magnum) and this sketchy guy in front of us kept on trying to get her to share his Baccardi. We were so horribly nervous. Then, this Dominican lady sits down in front of us and offers us the strangest little bag of snacks. She knew we were in bad shape and that the trip was kind of a source of stress, so she offered us a baggy with teddy grahams, Doritos, popcorn and homemade sugar cookies. Having not eaten since our prior breakfast at our college dining hall we accepted. Then, the guy with the Baccardi lets out a huge fart and a girl in front of him laughs and laughs. The Dominican lady says "it ain't rude. I had a cousin who was at his girlfriend's house and he kept on not letting it out. He starts to spend more time with his girl and he's still embarassed to let it out. Two months later he dies of some kind of colon thing." I don't know if it was an urban legend or what, but after that my girlfriend stopped being so critical about farting.
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