It all started on what was supposed to be a night celebrating love and union, but shat-tered trust of a fart led to a shart and a broken heart.

coming out of the bathroom; feeling not fine. I seek solace in my partner. She tells me “no one will know, nobody has any idea, you can come clean tomorrow. Don’t worry about it tonight and have fun.”

after regaining some composure, I dust my self off and step into the party. Little did I know that composure would be short lived…

…“we know what you did”…

how?! How could you possibly know?!

”you were gone for too long it’s obvious”

no there’s no way you know

”oh we know just admit it”

ok ok I’ll come clean *tears rolling down my face*, I don’t know how you know but I shit my pants

…”what?”…