Hey, the Bird Show.

So mad on my flight home yesterday from New York City

at somebody that I don't even know, right?

Somebody in my row was farting so bad, it was so bad. It was so intrusive that I was getting mad.

Well, maybe they had an upset tum-tum and they couldn't help it.

Well, even if that's the case, all right?

Go to the bathroom.

If it's that bad.

Like, you know the smell of your own gas, correct?

You said you know the smell of your own gas, correct? You said you know the smell of your own gas,

Kristen, because you actually like it.

Well, it depends. If it's like, yeah, if I haven't eaten anything that's going to be like

grossly upsetting it, then yes, I don't mind my own smell.

This was so intrusive though though and I'm sure it

it was the guy to my left I got a middle seat right I'm sure it was the guy to my

left and I just I was getting so mad that I almost wanted to say something but it's all circumstantial evidence at that point

But you know how like you're doing like a profile like a gas profile or the people around you like the lady to my right

Definitely too small to be

her.

I'm looking at the people in front of me and I'm like no that kid doesn't have that in him.

You'd be surprised little ones can pack a bunch.

Not like this.

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