Big farts, bigger crowns.
I once had opportunity, during a memorial service at St. Paul’s Cathedral, to sit directly behind Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Prince Charles and The Queen, amongst a collection of other dignitaries and their spouses.

I admit having, under great and unfortunate stomach duress, let a silent one pass the fleshy gates. The Queen, no doubt, tasted my bum particles. I’d have gotten away with it, had Cherie Blair not commented and sent a scowl hurling towards we plebs behind her.

The great and the mighty got me back, though – one of them passed a real stinker and I had to choke on it. I may have smelled The Queen's insides.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 14:59, 4 replies)

Wow
Whose memorial? Diana?!
( elgordo, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 21:06, closed)

911 service for American citizens
Having found out that one of my friends died, I knocked up at 5am, thus was the first person in the queue. The espresso required to keep me awake was what caused said issue.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 7:51, closed)

I wish to buggery that i believed this, if only for that line...
"The Queen, no doubt, tasted my bum particles".
sadly i don't and in fact feel a little sad.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Tue 8 Jun 2010, 0:12, closed)

Ah, don't worry.
There will soon be more tales for you to hate on, more people to call 'a liar'.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 9:54, closed)