Funny things, farts. They are unique and varied. Some are sweet, some are loud, some are soft, some are destructive. They bring us laughter and relief but also great shame and embarrassment. Sometimes I wonder if the totality of human flatulence is affecting the ozone layer.
You could hear my grandfather coming from rooms away because he'd fart while walking. Each step would trigger an additional release, propelling him onward. Because he was virtually deaf at the time, I doubt he heard the commotion.
Lately I've had bazooka farts. A sudden surge of gas bottled up by my sphincter and then just as quickly booming outward with a satisfying baritone.