* 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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Romantic
Last valentines day I took Mrs. Maneki to a romantic restaurant for a romantic meal. The restaurant was tiny, and very classy, but as the evening wore on, I became uncharacteristically gassy. This was troublesome because my normally silent air enhancers were dangerously loud, in a restaurant crammed absolutely full of romantic couples jammed cheek by jowl.
So, I retired to the lav, planning to discretely release the building pressure before a spark ignited it, only to discover that the toilet was essentially a single small cubicle practically in the middle of the room. There was no complex of lavs, no chain of sound proof doors to pass through, only a single thin wooden door between me and the diners.
It was hell, as I struggled to quietly release this phenomenal build up of natural gas. I was only, I fear, partially successful.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:58, Reply)
Last valentines day I took Mrs. Maneki to a romantic restaurant for a romantic meal. The restaurant was tiny, and very classy, but as the evening wore on, I became uncharacteristically gassy. This was troublesome because my normally silent air enhancers were dangerously loud, in a restaurant crammed absolutely full of romantic couples jammed cheek by jowl.
So, I retired to the lav, planning to discretely release the building pressure before a spark ignited it, only to discover that the toilet was essentially a single small cubicle practically in the middle of the room. There was no complex of lavs, no chain of sound proof doors to pass through, only a single thin wooden door between me and the diners.
It was hell, as I struggled to quietly release this phenomenal build up of natural gas. I was only, I fear, partially successful.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:58, Reply)
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