* 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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Bad GrandpaBack when we were teens my brother and I went to visit my grandparents one afternoon. Grandpa and Grandma were in their usual chairs and we were all having a nice chat. The conversation lulled a bit and a horribly rancid odor wafted through the room and over to where my brother and I sat. We shot each other a quick "was that you?" look when it attacked our nostrils. Both of us subtly denied our guilt to each other and fought to stifle the giggles. Just then, Grandma waved her hand in front of her nose and piped up with "Pew-eee Daddy. Did you poot?" Grandpa replied with a "Nope, it wasn't me" and then turned to my brother and me - winked and grinned. Grandma looked at us next and asked if it was "one of you kids." We shook our heads "no" certain that if we opened our mouths to speak we'd bust up laughing. Grandma shrugs her shoulders and by process of elimination says, "I guess it was me then. Pew! I reckon you could take a paddle and knock the shit out of that one." At this point my brother and I nearly fell off the sofa laughing. Grandma got the giggles and Grandpa just sat there with a smart-assed grin on his face and let Grandma go on thinking that she was the one who'd farted.
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