Can You Smell The Love Tonight, Part 9

(My boyfriend and I wake up in bed underneath the covers. My boyfriend wishes me good morning and tries to kiss me.)

Me: “Ew, don’t. I’m sure I have morning breath.”

Boyfriend: “Oh please, like you could smell worse than me.”

(I choose to show him up by farting.)

Boyfriend: “What was that? Your flatulence is weak.”

Me: “Oh yeah? Then ‘dutch’ it!”

(I throw the covers over his head and hold him under.)

Boyfriend: “Seriously? I can’t smell anything. That’s pathetic. You’ve got to try harder, like THIS!”

(My boyfriend rips one very loud and long one, still under the covers.)

Me: “Impressive…”

Boyfriend: “Oh… GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

(My boyfriend starts to struggle to free himself from the covers.)

Me: “No! Don’t bring it out here!”