I remember this one time a few years ago when I was visiting my best friend from childhood shortly after he got married. Meet his wife and kid, blah-blah, she gets tired says she's going to bed, its late. Me and my friend stay up drinking and smoking then decide to play some PS2. It was late so we kick off the jeans and were playing the games, boozing and smoking like chimneys in our boxers on the patio furniture that served as his living room set, occasionally lifting a leg, farting, then joking about what it smelled like (a week-old dead raccoon buried in a month old rotten mushy jack-o-lantern was the worst).
The next morning his wife tells us that she had gotten up during the night to take a piss and was horrified to peek through a door and see me and her husband taking our pants off, fearing that we were gonna start queering off or something. After hiding and watching for a couple of hours to find out we were only playing PS2 & the fart game drunk off our rockers she said she almost felt relieved, except for the fact that her living room stank like a smoky shit factory.
That's just how straight dudes roll.