fist pump
my old man occassionally had to go and deliver lectures to groups of judges on certain things they needed to consider when doing judging stuf in cases that involve children.

he was telling me of one occassion he travelled up to a court house up north to deliver one of these lectures to a bunch that included judge death and judge smelly, which in intself is quite amusing but not the point of the story.

Turns out that having completed his lecture to these venerable old men he was busy packing up his stuff when he urgently felt the need to let one go. Being that the old boys had only just left the room he decided it was safer to keep it in till he'd cleared the building. So he stuffed his papers into his bag and did a squeeky bum scamper off down the corridor toward the open air and the promise of sweet release.

As it happens the corridor opened out into a courtyard and shortly after bursting through the door, with a cursory glance ahead to see that the coast was clear, he not only let rip with a great trumpeting fart, but also exclaimed a triumphant "yesss" and topped it all off with a self congratulatory Henman type fist pump. It was apparently that good.

But then...spidey sense tingling, he turns to look behind him to see half of the judges he'd just been teaching stood to the left of the door he'd come barreling out, mouths agape at what they had just witnessed.

With little else he could do he gave them a wave, flashed a smile, turned on his heel and marched on his way. Face burnning with shame!
(Darth Vegas Poke It With A Stick, Wed 18 Jul 2007, 23:10, Reply)