* 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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Sleeping bag.Was a young lad of 11 and staying around a mates. I couldn't stop farting in me sleeping bag much to my amusement and his disgust. It was even funnier to me in the morning when I got up and out of the sleeping bag. Fuck, I was suprised by the stench that rolled out in wave after wave, permeating everything in the room, obliterating the air. My mate was not impressed. I laughed like a loon.
The only other time, of botty burp awe, was when I used to work as a projectionist part -time. It was a small projection booth surrounded on three sides by the outside world. In winter it would get nice and toasty from the heat of the Xenon lamp (projects the light) and bastard hot in the summer.
I had been feeling pretty rough for an hour before work and felt seriously ill an hour into work. However, during the main feature I began to drop my guts like no tomorrow. Fuckin' ell. It was like cleansing my body of poison.(Mmm.. I guess it was- duuuuh). The smell was incredible and, as it was the height of summer, filled up the projection booth swiftly. I had to waft the door back and forth as it even got too much for me. It was minging in it's immensity, power and strength.
Felt 100% better by the time the credits were running.
Unfortunately, there was no one to share the experience with. Haven't had a patch on that since- fuck, and that was 21 years ago when I was sixteen. Thinking about it, it's probably best if I don't- probably be a collapsed kidney/liver or something I wouldn't really want!
(, Tue 17 Jul 2007, 8:02, Reply)
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