He farted.
Loudly.
And it smelled bad.

I tried to pretend nothing happened and fat fuck tries to laugh it off but the Hungarian chick and her girlfriend just gave him the meanest fucking look i’ve ever seen in my life until he literally moved to the other of the room with his tail between his legs.

I felt bad at the time but in hindsight it was the funniest thing ever.
Little did i know, for months to come, beef was on between and him and every encounter with a new female member became some weird, Twillight Zone-y, Mormon armsrace to the clit.

He quickly found that going toe to toe with the Gogo was not an experience he would relish and since then we’ve squashed beef, he became my wingman and we’ve agreed to divide new incumming Mormon-poontang 50/50 just like the great Joseph S. Smith intended from the beginning.

So did I basically have a wingman who will show up and scare the women to me via fatness and farting?

Yep.

He’s not aware of how it works though.

In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.