One of my favorite memories was kissing my partner, hard, because, well, we were really turned on, and there was a fart. We paused, I arched my eyebrow and a smile, back to the mad makeout session, and then I farted. It then became a game for the next ten minutes of who could fart while not stopping the liplocks.

Accepting that we’re biological seems to make everyone happier, and much gigglier.