* 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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Co-ordinated couple farting
And another one, travel and poisoning related! When couples wear matching shell-suits it's sad. When they do matching farts I'm not so sure.
This time it was Cuba. Myself and Miss Clopinettes had been bumming about for a couple of weeks when, in the night, things became uncomfortable. Perhaps it was something from the casual hygiene standards of 'casas particulares' where you stay with a family, their chickens and goats, a few lizards and a thousand ants. Perhaps it was the old bananas some old lady had given us for giving her a lift in the car we'd hired that day.
Whatever it was, at 2am we both started. First I woke, went to the toilet and made an enormous, tuneful, but not especially smelly fart (plus a bit of the you-know)... I returned to bed and then Miss C gets up, and plays the next two bars of the tune. This musical fart relay then continued for about two hours as we developed a new type of symphony. The poor Cuban family no doubt woken by us giggling at our new-found musical abilities.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 20:36, Reply)
And another one, travel and poisoning related! When couples wear matching shell-suits it's sad. When they do matching farts I'm not so sure.
This time it was Cuba. Myself and Miss Clopinettes had been bumming about for a couple of weeks when, in the night, things became uncomfortable. Perhaps it was something from the casual hygiene standards of 'casas particulares' where you stay with a family, their chickens and goats, a few lizards and a thousand ants. Perhaps it was the old bananas some old lady had given us for giving her a lift in the car we'd hired that day.
Whatever it was, at 2am we both started. First I woke, went to the toilet and made an enormous, tuneful, but not especially smelly fart (plus a bit of the you-know)... I returned to bed and then Miss C gets up, and plays the next two bars of the tune. This musical fart relay then continued for about two hours as we developed a new type of symphony. The poor Cuban family no doubt woken by us giggling at our new-found musical abilities.
( , Fri 13 Jul 2007, 20:36, Reply)
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