Farts make me happy.
Especially when in church.
Muffled laughs echo.

A Tri-Delta smelt a fart from my ass wholly disgusted and perturbed by the disturbed misbehavior of my super-intelligent sphincter that stinked her out of the room with a sonic... BOOM!...
Or two... or three... or FOUR!...
She slammed the damned door like the plastic Barbie whore she is!
My, but my butt has its very own mind where you step please; you snooze, you'll lose your shoes. SPLAT!

(If you've never farted on and then stolen the shoes off a drunken sorority girl, you've never truly lived).