My eyes glaze over reading the text. "Just another fart fetish comment," I think dismissively. I resume quickly skimmimg the rest of the text, until I feel a tug in my gut. Something was wrong; some unusual feeling was creeping up that left me second guessing. My eyes dart back to the beginning of the passage with renewed vigor. "It couldn't be," I posit, "There hasn't been a non-fetish fart aficionado on the Internet in years?!" My hands begin to shake as I read on, each word falling in place, puzzle pieces slowly building a picture in my mind. I reach the end, the picture was complete. My phone clatters to the ground as I reach up to my face, cheeks damp with fresh tears. Euphoria fills my body as neurons long forgotten fire once again. Adrenaline courses through my veins and innumerable feelings wash over me--shock, relief, hope in the future. I wipe away a tear with my thumb as a slight smile creeps its way across my face. This was it, I found them, a kindred spirit I thought died out back in the era of Looney Tunes. No sexual gratification, no barely hidden fetish, nothing but unadulterated comedic flatulence.
They did it for love of the game.