* 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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Mam n Dad threw a party when i was 16 for their anniversary, also 'cos the house had been renovated. It was at this time, i discovered the pub and more importantly the joys of lock-ins and drinking until morning.
It was a saturday night. So i took it upon myself to stay awake and drink for as long and as much as i could.
Cue me going to sleep at 6:30am after staying up drinking with my uncles and cousin's, who were far more adapt at drinking than i was (being older than me).
However this was to be my downfall. After consuming the best part of a bottle of whisky, along with numerous cans of lager, i forgot i was meant to be in work at 9:00am.
My lift arrived at 8:15am, and finally managed to wake someone up at 8:30am.
I worked at a theme park at the time, so being massively still wasted i was trying to navigate my job as sober as possible.
And then i tried to let out a sneaky fart.
Which wasn't too bad, if it wasn't for the follow through of quite a lot of poo.
I ran to the bogs, ripped off my kecks, cleaned up, through my kecks in the bin, and went the rest of the day commando, praying not to fart until i was home.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 15:15, Reply)
Mam n Dad threw a party when i was 16 for their anniversary, also 'cos the house had been renovated. It was at this time, i discovered the pub and more importantly the joys of lock-ins and drinking until morning.
It was a saturday night. So i took it upon myself to stay awake and drink for as long and as much as i could.
Cue me going to sleep at 6:30am after staying up drinking with my uncles and cousin's, who were far more adapt at drinking than i was (being older than me).
However this was to be my downfall. After consuming the best part of a bottle of whisky, along with numerous cans of lager, i forgot i was meant to be in work at 9:00am.
My lift arrived at 8:15am, and finally managed to wake someone up at 8:30am.
I worked at a theme park at the time, so being massively still wasted i was trying to navigate my job as sober as possible.
And then i tried to let out a sneaky fart.
Which wasn't too bad, if it wasn't for the follow through of quite a lot of poo.
I ran to the bogs, ripped off my kecks, cleaned up, through my kecks in the bin, and went the rest of the day commando, praying not to fart until i was home.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 15:15, Reply)
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