* 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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Curry and beer
To set the scene I work in a 55,000sqft electrical retail store. On a heavy night out I had consumed large amounts of lager then followed it up with a hefty vindaloo with all the trimmings.
The next day I had a really bad arse, I kept farting all the time and they stank really bad. To try and disguise who was making the smell I tried the patting and shaking the trousers trick to avoid leaving a trail. In one trip from one side of the building I managed 11 farts synchronised with my foot steps, much to my amusement.
The smell in the store became so bad people were complaining. I managed to convince my manager and a few colleagues that the aircon was blowing out the rancid stench, perhaps something had died in the ventilation system.
My arse was sooooo bad they believed me. I had to stop them calling in the engineers by admitting it was me. At first they did not believe me so I let one go in the warehouse, a real beauty with the consistency of tear gas. One of the managers called it a fire hazard and made me open the doors to shift it.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 19:34, Reply)
To set the scene I work in a 55,000sqft electrical retail store. On a heavy night out I had consumed large amounts of lager then followed it up with a hefty vindaloo with all the trimmings.
The next day I had a really bad arse, I kept farting all the time and they stank really bad. To try and disguise who was making the smell I tried the patting and shaking the trousers trick to avoid leaving a trail. In one trip from one side of the building I managed 11 farts synchronised with my foot steps, much to my amusement.
The smell in the store became so bad people were complaining. I managed to convince my manager and a few colleagues that the aircon was blowing out the rancid stench, perhaps something had died in the ventilation system.
My arse was sooooo bad they believed me. I had to stop them calling in the engineers by admitting it was me. At first they did not believe me so I let one go in the warehouse, a real beauty with the consistency of tear gas. One of the managers called it a fire hazard and made me open the doors to shift it.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 19:34, Reply)
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