On his way to the frat house he felt gassy. There was a part of the walk where he let out a fart with each step for about five or six times. It was that ice cream. Finally hitting him now. This was something new. He never remembered having gas from eating ice cream before. He probably had some sort of lactose intolerance like everybody was talking about these days. But he had never gotten it tested by a doctor.

He looked back to check that nobody was behind him. The main strip right off of campus was mostly empty so he was trying to get all his farts out before arriving at the frat house. He wondered whether girls would be there or not. He imagined most of the girls being gone, home for turkey day. He didn't even know why there were still guys hanging out at Michael Bo's frat. Didnt they have families to go home too? From what he could tell none of them were international. They all seemed to be from around the midwest.