Pull my finger
I suffer from an occasional bowel problem that randomly rears its ugly, and I should say, for wont of a better word, stinky head. Essentially, when I fart, the smell is so bad that I can clear the building, not just the room. I reckon if you bottled it you could market it as some sort of chemical weapon. One ex boyfriend once remarked that he had no idea how something so lovely could produce such a god-awful stench.

Anyhow, my dad is also renown in our household for making rather unpleasant smells at inappropriate intervals. My problem is rather a more recent one, so when I let a silent but deadly whisp of devil's armpit out into the living room last time I was visiting my parents, it was a full five minutes before my mother stopped berating my poor protesting father for the unholy smell and noticed that I was shaking with silent laughter. "Was that YOU?!" she asked with a horrified expression. Bless my mother, she won't get over that any time soon.

Length? I've known it to linger in reasonable sized rooms for hours.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 17:49, 3 replies)

Lies!
Everyone knows that ladies don't fart.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 7 Feb 2012, 22:00, closed)

Oh yes we do
noisily and smellily! AND we poo too!!!
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 22:03, closed)

You should hear my missus 1st thing in the morning.
A chorus of angry ducks.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 7 Feb 2012, 23:34, closed)