Many moons ago ancient Indian tribes had games not unlike the Olympics between the tribes. One of the main events was for the Thunder Chief title. The rules were simple you could eat anything you wanted leading up to the competition then whatever Brave could pass the loudest and longest gas won the title. You were Thunder chief until the next year. Being thunder Chief was a great honor among the tribes where you received prizes and special treatment. In one of the smaller tribes there was a Squaw that just knew she could be the next Thunder Chief as she was the loudest of the tribe, vibrating tee pees and scaring the horses. She had just 1 problem its a mens only event. So when the time came she dressed as a brave complete with war paint. As the contest progressed and others were eliminated in the end it was her and last years thunder Chief who has won the last 10 years. First the old Thunder chief let it rip, children ran, birds flew. Now it was her turn, she took a deep breath and away it went, it was so long and loud that the ground shook and distant wolves howled and she blew the whole bottom out of her pants. The old Thunder Chief couldn't believe it he was in shock for a minute he had never lost. Suddenly he ran over to her knocked her down spreading her legs looking through the ragged hole blown through. he screamed JUST WHAT I THOUGHT DOUBLE BARRELS.