In my younger days, I took a lady horse riding to some place beside the Hawksbury river, even though it was over 45 years ago, I can remember it like it was yesterday because her horse simply refused to stop farting. They were the loudest farts I had ever heard and I was almost doubled over in pain from laughing. I had tears running down my face

Never saw her again after that and did not come within a bulls roar of getting a root, but it still rates as one of the best dates I've ever had because of that horses bugle bum

I guess I'll always be just an incurable romantic