I never really enjoyed sleep overs much as a kid. But when my neighbor Jeff and I would sleep out on his deck in the summer, there was always farting going on. Then as I got older, gassy antics were still a blast. One great time, as some friends and I were taking a pal, Corey, to the airport we crashed at a hotel. Well, my buddy Thom was sleeping on the floor, and like a ninja, I snuck over inches from his face and let one go. We  laughed about that for over 20 years. Good times.

Anyway, there IS something wrong about keeping em under the blankets should you be forced into sharing them.