Has anyone ever done a Dutch Oven in bed

I've neither done this nor had it done to me, but I've heard plenty of stories about it. Two people (usually, a couple who are married or at least lovers) are in bed together, and one of them feels the need to pass gas (usually, the guy, so that's the way I'm going to have it for this example). So, he either passes gas and then quickly covers the head of his significant other with the blanket, trapping her in there with the stench or else he will actually pull the blanket up first and then do it. A variation of this is what happened to this woman who told me about what her boyfriend did to her. He asked her to massage his buns, and, while she was back there, he let a big one rip (She said that he usually sounded like a motorcycle taking off.). Right afterwards, he grabbed her hands, shoved them in her face, and made her smell them. He tried the same trick again a few nights later, but she was ready for him. The minute he ripped, she pulled her hands away and placed them over his nose. The Dutch Oven with which I'm most familiar was torn down several years ago, but it was a place I enjoyed eating at when I was in college. It's full name was Dutch Oven Pies, and it was on the southwest corner of U.S. 31 and Hanna Avenue in Indianapolis. Naturally, they had wonderful pies--but they had other great things, too, such as homemade soup (different ones on different days), sourdough bread (also made from scratch), peanut slaw, home fries, delicious sandwiches, and a whole lot more. When my folks and I were on our way to Cunot to visit Uncle George & Aunt Mildred, we would nearly always stop at Dutch Oven Pies on our way and pick up a loaf of sourdough bread to take to them.