* 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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Stink Out
Working for a removal company one summer I was treated to a 'stink out'. I was sat in the middle seat gagging with strings of saliva and watering eyes whislt the other porter and driver (the rules stipulated they couldn't try and suppress the foul stench with jumpers etc) waited to see who would open the window first.
The SAME WEEK I was with a driver doing a small house move. He was complaining about bad guts all morning. After exclaiming "ooooeeeer it were the kippers" in a harsh yorkshire tongue me and the other porter were treated to a fishy egg death cloud that left us both hanging out the window wretching furously. My mate, bless him, was even sick.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 18:16, Reply)
Working for a removal company one summer I was treated to a 'stink out'. I was sat in the middle seat gagging with strings of saliva and watering eyes whislt the other porter and driver (the rules stipulated they couldn't try and suppress the foul stench with jumpers etc) waited to see who would open the window first.
The SAME WEEK I was with a driver doing a small house move. He was complaining about bad guts all morning. After exclaiming "ooooeeeer it were the kippers" in a harsh yorkshire tongue me and the other porter were treated to a fishy egg death cloud that left us both hanging out the window wretching furously. My mate, bless him, was even sick.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 18:16, Reply)
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