I'm not just any fart, I am a fart who spent several years from ass to ass. I am THE fart; a fart that is careful to know the hole where he lives, whether it is hairy or bald, if the skin is sensitive to underwear stuck or not, all these essential details so you can claim to be on a big fart category.
To have knowledge of how I reached this status, is easy: technique. The technique is achieved with a knowledge gained from experience. For example, last week I was in the hole of a famous bottom, and when I gave my jump, bringing a bit of burnt toast with a slight tang to milk out of time, all noticed in my presence, everyone knew, but no one dared to verbalize. And that, my dears, is to be a fart of gold - everyone knows that I exist, but pretend not to.
