Hamfisting
A couple of years ago i was dating this girl who could not stop making fart jokes. I would play along to the extent that I needed to without making her feel awkward but it was lowkey pretty hard to 'yes and' all the jokes and i found that the vaudevaille 'pull my finger' shtick got very old very fast. Then again this wasnt the kind of problem that laboured on my conscious in any meaningful capacity, but it was also not something i felt comfortable telling to friends (even though its objectively a funny situation).
We were together for 8ish months atp and it was like half a year of her making the jokes. We were at home in bed and she said something like "what does a chicken sound like when it crosses the road" and I sort of fumbled through a "I dont know, what?" before she let the most massive beefquake rip. So massive that poop smeared over the pillow (she was facing upside down in bed). I found this whole ordeal to be very erotic and attractive until she tried to broach it to me the day after over ham eggs and milk. Something about the combination of food and chat made me so ill that I moseyed out of the panera and kinda punched my throat down to pull trig.
I broke up with her about a month later and when my friends asked why I ended the relationship i told them it was because her parents were antisemites.