I woulda sworn girls don’t break wind.
They don’t. My eighth grade English teacher phrased it thusly: Horse sweat, men perspire and ladies glow. Translated today: Horse fart, men pass gas and ladies fluff.
Well...we’d like you to think we don’t:) Granted ours are usually the more silent but not deadly variety. Yep.
I hate to admit this, but I am the champion (especially since my chronic diseases took over, but well before that too). My dad’s genes are too strong in this.
But I am not a burper. My dad is horrible with that, too, but I can count on my hand how many times I’ve had a genuine burp. I hardly know what it’s like - too much like barfing, which is part of why I hate it.