and lets out a long loud rumbling fart. Like something you'd hear from a 400 pound man at an Applebees. She doesn't say anything just act like nothing happened. I'm looking down at the board trying so hard not to laugh, just focusing deeply on the little piece of wood. I finally think I've got it under control and I look up at my comp and we make eye contact and both just lose it. Like snorting laughing. I get up and walk into the living room and act like I'm getting something, get my mind right and come back in. Sit down, look back at my comp and we both start busting up again. This went on for a good 5 minutes. I don't know what it was but we both could not hold back our laughter. I felt awful. She never says anything about it. We finish up and go home. The next Sunday the Bishop comes up to us and says "Sister blah blah would like to cancel all dinners for the immediate future." and walks off. Which was a big deal because she had been feeding the missionaries weekly for years. She never spoke to us again.