* 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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Mackem misery
I’d been out on a 2 day long bender round Leeds; so my diet had consisted of nothing more than beer and some very dodgy takeaways. After staying up all Friday night I found myself at Leeds station waiting for a train back to my home town to watch the football.
Mistake number one was buying a very strong coffee in a vain attempt to sober up; this was more that my stomach could stand. Mistake two was boarding a train full of Sunderland fans who knew I supported someone else. Standing room only with no working toilet…..
Pulling out of Leeds I really was in fear that if I farted I would follow through big time; so I heroically tried to hold in. Managed to make it a far as the edge of Sheffield (a good 45minutes) before I had to give in.
Didn’t follow through but the smell was horrific; never known everything as bad. As we pulled into Sheffield station the Mackems piled out to find somewhere they could breathe and a load of new victims boarded.
So that was the day I fought off a Sunderland mob with a fart.
Length, girth not really applicable here – but it still made my eyes water.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 16:24, Reply)
I’d been out on a 2 day long bender round Leeds; so my diet had consisted of nothing more than beer and some very dodgy takeaways. After staying up all Friday night I found myself at Leeds station waiting for a train back to my home town to watch the football.
Mistake number one was buying a very strong coffee in a vain attempt to sober up; this was more that my stomach could stand. Mistake two was boarding a train full of Sunderland fans who knew I supported someone else. Standing room only with no working toilet…..
Pulling out of Leeds I really was in fear that if I farted I would follow through big time; so I heroically tried to hold in. Managed to make it a far as the edge of Sheffield (a good 45minutes) before I had to give in.
Didn’t follow through but the smell was horrific; never known everything as bad. As we pulled into Sheffield station the Mackems piled out to find somewhere they could breathe and a load of new victims boarded.
So that was the day I fought off a Sunderland mob with a fart.
Length, girth not really applicable here – but it still made my eyes water.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 16:24, Reply)
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