So, it happens. She (or he..or they..I'm not assuming, good god, I don't want to assume! 
) is going down on you and you're just about there, but you just HAD to get that late afternoon snack from TacoHell and now there's a rumblin' in your gumblin!, but you're JUST ABOUT THERE and she takes you over the edge and in that moment of 'GAWD THIS IS WHY WE STORMED THE BEACHES OF NORMANDY!' you let slip the dogs of war and release a gas cloud that would make the Second Battle of Ypres look like a pleasant afternoon in Birmingham and you KNOW she not only heard the thunder, but felt the breeze.....what do you do?....what...do...you...do?
) is going down on you and you're just about there, but you just HAD to get that late afternoon snack from TacoHell and now there's a rumblin' in your gumblin!, but you're JUST ABOUT THERE and she takes you over the edge and in that moment of 'GAWD THIS IS WHY WE STORMED THE BEACHES OF NORMANDY!' you let slip the dogs of war and release a gas cloud that would make the Second Battle of Ypres look like a pleasant afternoon in Birmingham and you KNOW she not only heard the thunder, but felt the breeze.....what do you do?....what...do...you...do?
