* PFFT *
I've been pretty farty all week, but 2 large helpings of sausage and lentil stew last night have really tipped things over the edge. I swear you can see these ones.
I'm here at work trying to hold them in so I (a) don't have to keep nipping to the loo like a madman and (b) don't gas half the office, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. I might rupture something if I'm not careful.
Tell us all about your own fartiness.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:01)
I've been pretty farty all week, but 2 large helpings of sausage and lentil stew last night have really tipped things over the edge. I swear you can see these ones.
I'm here at work trying to hold them in so I (a) don't have to keep nipping to the loo like a madman and (b) don't gas half the office, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. I might rupture something if I'm not careful.
Tell us all about your own fartiness.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:01)
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The 'Incident'.
About 3 years ago the missus and I decided to take the kids over to France for a holiday in the summer.
The night before we stopped over in Folkestone before heading off in the morning to use the chunnel in the car. A night of drinking commenced for me and the missus and I had decidedly dodgy guts in the morning. In what has since been known as the 'Incident' I decided to pinch out an SBD about half way to france. Words couldn't describe the stench. We all piled out of the car but, if you've ever used the chunnel' you'd know, you're trapped in a 3 car compartment with only tiny doorways between. The smell started to fill the train carriage and I swear that people in other cars were starting to turn green.
The stench permiated everything in the car. I was proud. We haven't spoken about it since. :)
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:31, Reply)
About 3 years ago the missus and I decided to take the kids over to France for a holiday in the summer.
The night before we stopped over in Folkestone before heading off in the morning to use the chunnel in the car. A night of drinking commenced for me and the missus and I had decidedly dodgy guts in the morning. In what has since been known as the 'Incident' I decided to pinch out an SBD about half way to france. Words couldn't describe the stench. We all piled out of the car but, if you've ever used the chunnel' you'd know, you're trapped in a 3 car compartment with only tiny doorways between. The smell started to fill the train carriage and I swear that people in other cars were starting to turn green.
The stench permiated everything in the car. I was proud. We haven't spoken about it since. :)
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:31, Reply)
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