* 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.
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chthonic, Fri 13 Jul 2007, 14:01)
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I blame the kidsI used to teach English in Poland and private lessons (round a kid's house) were a nice littel earner.
So I had a dining room table of four very personable 10-yr-olds and their fussy mum was in the background, fussing away.
The lesson nears the end and I guff silently. Got away with it as my humourous personality draws their attention away from them making eye contact with each other and they didn't really notice. They like me and I'm funny, so I'd probably be a star to them for doing it anyway.
So I chuff again and this time its more of a rotting smell than before and the mum is quickly at the table to grill the young chaps on who exactly needs to go to the toilet and who couldn't wait until the nice teacher had left.
They knew it was me. They didn't tell the mum, but they got more and more embarrased until one of them started crying and the others just stared at the floor. The appropriate pause, where I should have owned up, came and went and I just looked bemused and pretended I couldn't quite understand the conversation. Fussy Mum decided the lesson was over, gave me my beer tokens for that night and I left some traumatised little 'uns behind and went to sink some strong lager.
So Kuba, Michal, Lukasz and the other one - I'm sorry I made Fussy Mum think you'd pooed yourself and thanks for taking the bullet. Plus, I'm still impressed that one of your dad's flew the Pope around in a helicopter for a bit; it was a good story for a 10-yr-old to be able to boast about in English.
(, Fri 13 Jul 2007, 21:08, Reply)
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