My tummy hurts. Bad.
It's hurt all day long.
I get lots of tummy aches!
The Farm Boy RARELY has tummy aches.
But... he is also a smelly boy. A smelly boy who passes gas literally all the time. Whenever. Wherever. If five minutes has gone by, you can bet your bottom dollar that he has farted somewhere within that time frame.
I, on the other hand, am a delicate flower of a lady. Ladies do no such thing.
And so... my tummy hurts. Gah.