A ping from your phone alerts you and you check it out, a text from your childhood friend Lillian, saying she has something to show you. Getting a feeling it's something stupid, you still bother to get dressed and run over to her place. Knocking on the door, you hear a massive fart behind the door before it opens up to Lillian's ass facing you and the owner of it laughing loudly.
"I couldn't hold it in!" She giggles as you enter after turning to you, walking through the fart cloud of spoiled broccoli and dairy products.
"I call bullshit on that! So what was it you wanted to show me," you said, wanting to get it over with, though you had nothing to do later.
"It's a surprise, so sit right here and close your eyes!" She sang in a too sweet voice you've known her for as she sits you at her couch.
"Is it your gassy butt farting in my face? 'Cause you already do it to me for god knows how many years we've known each other," you reply, Lillian faking a gasp.
"How could you!?! Why would you say something like that?" she said in mock pain and shock.
"Because it's you," you answer immediately as Lillian cracks up.
"Sure, you got me, but this time it's different. I promise," she said, leaving you alone.
Being one of the few times in trusting her, you shut your eyes and after several minutes, you hear her coming back with something.
"Are your eyes still shut?" She asks, shuffling something in front of you, before she dings herself on the coffee table and swearing under her breath.
"Yeah, can I open them now?" you ask, slightly growing impatient at her holdup.
"No, actually, yeah. You can open them now," she said, you opening them a second later.
Recovering your sight, you can see Lillian...