* 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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Oh dear, late again.
Anyway, this qotw brought back happy memorys of one of my school trips that occured many moons ago -100 'orrible little 'orrors descending on the french coast.
We were there for a week, and after the first two days, the change in diet (and the freely available beer) had produced drastic results in our limited and inexperienced 14-year-old digestive systems. On the third night, with the atmosphere in the boy's dormitory beginning to etch the windows, we decided to have a bash at that most noble of sports, fart-lighting.
Sadly, I cannot honestly regale you with tales of exploding bowels and singed pants, because in the event, it was a dismal failure. However, I will always treasure the memory of seeing my english teacher's face when he opened the door, gagged at the unholy smell, and stood there trying to piece together a half-rational explanation for the fact that we all appeared to be inserting burning matches into each other's rectums.
C'est la vie.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:48, Reply)
Anyway, this qotw brought back happy memorys of one of my school trips that occured many moons ago -100 'orrible little 'orrors descending on the french coast.
We were there for a week, and after the first two days, the change in diet (and the freely available beer) had produced drastic results in our limited and inexperienced 14-year-old digestive systems. On the third night, with the atmosphere in the boy's dormitory beginning to etch the windows, we decided to have a bash at that most noble of sports, fart-lighting.
Sadly, I cannot honestly regale you with tales of exploding bowels and singed pants, because in the event, it was a dismal failure. However, I will always treasure the memory of seeing my english teacher's face when he opened the door, gagged at the unholy smell, and stood there trying to piece together a half-rational explanation for the fact that we all appeared to be inserting burning matches into each other's rectums.
C'est la vie.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:48, Reply)
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