The President and First Lady Can Finally Fart

I wonder when the Presidents’ terms expire and they are sitting at home in their recliners watching the new president doing their state of the Union addresses if they are thinking, “man, I’m glad that’s over.  Remember that time we had Mexican before my last speech? It’s a good thing the camera was in front of me and not behind me to see my clenched cheeks!” And then he lets one loose and takes a swig of his Corona while the former First Lady chuckles and toots (because ladies don’t fart) and joins him in the beer drinking while saying “I’ve been holding that in for 8 years!” And then they both laugh hysterically and just continue eating their beans and queso and farting all night with no White House aids to judge them or to smell it. That’s exactly what I think January looks like after a presidency.