You just had to be there

Had a steak dinner at the neighbors last night, with steamed broccoli and cauliflower, which made me just a tad gaseous for the rest of the evening. Couldn't get to sleep last night from fits of giggling at DH who spent most of the night holding his nose and talking through it, making those "Zmmmrphhhz" sounds as he talked in a high-pitched nasaly voice. Most of our bedtime conversation consisted of:

"It doesn't stink! You just farted too! Now THAT stinks!"
"zzzmmrrrphhh does Not! ZZzzmmmmrrph like roses!"
"Stinky roses!"
"Zzzmmmrrrrph like roses! Yours zzmmmrrrph like shit"
"Yours are like roses in shit! Shitty roses! Roses with manuer!"
"ZZzmmmrrrph gonna die from methane poisoning zmmmrrrph!"

Yeah, I guess you just had to be there.