Hello and welcome to Dear Kev, the show where I give you the best, worst advice on the planet.

Today, we have enough questions from the Dear Kev at Kev on stage email box, so we're not using

six brown chicks. I appreciate you guys. And there's some doozies. First questions. Hey, Kev, what's good?

I'm a married Christian man who loves the Lord and my wife. Oh, and one other thing. I'm attracted to her farts. Yes, for me, a toot is quite the hoot. I like pretty much all aspects. The sounds, the smells, the concept. Am I weird? Lull? Trust me, I've already made peace with this. Many people in my life now know, but it's not all about that because I don't want to talk about all the time

or get looks from everyone. I do value the transparency, though. The love are inspired me and my

wife to begin planning for a podcast, and this would be a potential topic. Should I tell everyone

I know and let my fart flag fly? Should I stop being silent by my love for the silent and deadly?

Should I tell the world I enjoyed baked goods from a Dutch oven?

Listen.

It's not that you're weird, it's that you're disgusting.

Let me tell you what.

Farts stink, especially that one month, you know, or once a month, those farts steak especially that one month you know or once a month those

farts who period poots you don't want to deal with period poots or maybe you do the fact

that she like excuse me you're like yes what me, you're like, oh, yes.

What was that?

You had granola?

Like, what?

I don't want to yuck your yum, but I'm a yuck your yum.

That's nasty, man.

That's nasty bro like

I can't

can't even imagine

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