I think I am twelve. I was jogging, and one of the local bible thumpers was checking me out as I jogged past him. He walks his dog on the same trail, so we see each other a lot. He stops blinking and breathing while I pass, I guess so he can memorize the whole show, it is a bit creepy, but I am not putting on a burka to jog so whatever.
Today as I was jogging up to him, he farted, and it must have been terrible because his spaniel jumped to the end of the leash away from him, bared its teeth and barked at him.
I kid you not, it was like he had eaten Satan's kazoo and it sounded the trumpet of the end times, setting off his dog's panic attack. I honestly almost fell on my ass, jogging and laughing is harder than it looks. I was forwarned, so held my breath as I passed. Dogs are really tolerant of some fairly rank smells, so I have zero urge to find out what comes out Beelzebubs backside when it does duck calls.
Not mature, still can't stop laughing. May keep randomly laughing about this all day.