My girl friend just acquired the knowledge of my longing for flatulence fetishes. I deeply adore the whiff of a “shart” (what an unintelligent term). Eyeing on broken pieces of toilet paper in her “anus” just ensures my happiness. Well anyways, I described to my girlfriend the intellectual genius needed to understand flatulence fetishes. But here is my mistake which I loathe. I expelled, “No, honey baby, flatulence are the fetish”. She countered by stating (in her woman brain), “Meliodus, you meant flatulence IS the fetish”. I GASPED. I acquired a mistake? How loathsome. Anyway, I just wanted to state an introduction of mine, while before I waltz into your establishment of a campus.