A man goes to his girlfriend's parents house for Thanksgiving. Hes really nervous. This is his first time meeting her family and he's not sure what to expect. In fact, he's so nervous that it's giving him gas. Now, sitting there watching tv in the family room isn't bad because the the football game is on and it's kind of loud and of course their big old dog Harold is licking his balls and Everyone can hear that. It's not bad, because he can sit there and fart into the couch. No one hears a thing. Until everybody gets called into the dining room. By now he's not as nervous as he sits across from his girlfriend, he's not as nervous when he takes a big helping of mashed potatoes, he's not as nervous when the dog moves under the table to continue licking his balls, BUT he still has gas. After a while he just can't hold it in anymore and to his horror the fart comes out with enough force to rattle the silverware. Nobody says anything for a moment. ""HAROLD!"" The mom yells. ""Get out of there."" The dog slowly go back to the living room. He is amazed as everybody goes back to eating and talking, they think the dog did it. A little while later he feels another one coming, bigger than the first. He looks around and realizes the dog is back under the table licking it's balls. So he relaxes and lets the gas go. This one shakes the table so hard some of the silverware falls off. Everyone is quiet. Then, ""HAROLD, get out of there!"" The dog obediently goes back to the living room. 20 minutes pass and they are about to start on dessert when he feels the mother of all farts trying to punch its way through his colon. YES! A quick glance confirms the dog is back under the table! Feeling confident he just lets it free. It shakes the silverware. It shakes the table. It shakes the windows. And suddenly everything is quiet. Until. ""DAMMIT, HAROLD. Get out from under that table right now before he shits on you!""