There once was a beautiful maiden. She was the prettiest girl in the land. Everyone loved her, but she had terrible gas. Because of this terrible gas, she always walked alone in the forest, so it could air out.

On these walks, she would ponder the meaning of life, existance, and a bunch of other really deep subjects, but her concentration would always be broken by the putrid smell eminating from her posterior.

One day, after she had just let loose with an air biscuit, she met a magical package of anti-flatulence pills, also strolling around the forest.

After a brief conversation, the magical package of anti-flatulence pills asked "Why are you out here all by yourself? You are a beautiful maiden, you should be with a handsome prince!"

"Oh, I'd love to, but my gas is so bad, I'm too embarrased to be around people. I can't blame it on the dog forever!"

The magical package of anti-flatulence pills pondered over her problem. Suddenly, he had an idea. He opened his side panel and pulled out two magical anti-flatulence pills. "Here, chew these. Once you do, your farts won't knock a buzzard off a shit wagon anymore."

"Oh thank you, magical package of anti-flatulence pills, thank you!"

The princess chewed the magical anti-flatulence pills, thanked the magical package of anti-flatulence pills, and went back home.

On her way back, she met a handsome prince. Since she didn't fart, they fell madly in love, and lived happily ever after.

Having bad gas sucks.

What, were you expecting some deep social message? Sheesh, its a story that stars a fucking box of anti-flatulence pills, for Pete's sake! Just what exactly were you expecting?