* 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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A captive audience is always good
One time my mum and sister were off shopping I decided to tag along (being a lazy slob I figured I'd get sis to drop my shopping at home saving me a walk).
I'm sat in the back of the car - mum and sis are up front. As we've pulled away, the heavens have opened and the rain is REALLY coming down hard...
Driving along, I suddenly feel the urge to let rip, and being the sharing sort that I am, I lift my leg and produce this beautifully melodious fart.
As I sit there beaming, sis and mum start choking - their eyes are watering and they both open the windows so they can get some air into their tortured lungs - both getting totally drenched in the process.
Since then, I'm not allowed in a car with them if I've been drinking Guinness...
( , Mon 16 Jul 2007, 11:34, Reply)
One time my mum and sister were off shopping I decided to tag along (being a lazy slob I figured I'd get sis to drop my shopping at home saving me a walk).
I'm sat in the back of the car - mum and sis are up front. As we've pulled away, the heavens have opened and the rain is REALLY coming down hard...
Driving along, I suddenly feel the urge to let rip, and being the sharing sort that I am, I lift my leg and produce this beautifully melodious fart.
As I sit there beaming, sis and mum start choking - their eyes are watering and they both open the windows so they can get some air into their tortured lungs - both getting totally drenched in the process.
Since then, I'm not allowed in a car with them if I've been drinking Guinness...
( , Mon 16 Jul 2007, 11:34, Reply)
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