>You will never date Hilda
>You will never take her out to some nice restauraunt.
>You will never see her stomach distend slightly as a goofy grin spreads across her face.
>You will never look on confused as you ask Hilda what's wrong.
>You will never be shocked as she replies with a massive, air staining, disgusting fart that envelops your car in a green haze almost instantly.
>You will never be immediately revolted, whining as you pull over into some deserted rest stop to get fresh air.
>You will never hear Hilda sigh loudly as an incredible fart of identical proportion rips from her tight anus and stuffs your car full of more fowl flatuelence.
>You will never start coughing, throat tingling and mind going hazy as you finally park your car away from where anyone can see you.
>You will never throw open the door and run out trying to get a breath of fresh air.
>You will never breath a sigh of relief as you flush out your lungs with sweet, sweet clean air.
