Love Isn’t The Only Thing In The Air, Part 8

(My girlfriend lives in an apartment with five other girls, and I have to fart. I go outside to be polite, and she comes outside to see what I’m doing.)

Me: “Babe, don’t come over here. I think I just melted a hole in my underwear with a fart.”

Girlfriend: “That’s okay. I think I just sharted.”