I also used to live...
...in a dingy shared house in Horfield, with students. Urgh.

On my first night in, I un-packed my stuff and then sat on my bed, beer in hand, and set about watching a DVD.

Next thing I knew, the door opened without the faintest hint of a knock. A pair of naked, hairy arse cheeks reversed themselves in and then let out the most horrific, loud and stench-ridden fart I have ever had the misfortune to bear witness to.

The door slammed shut, leaving me sat there, baffled, in a cloud of arse gas which was not of a vintage I could savor.

I didn't live there long.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 16:41, 4 replies)

Yey for Horfield!!
I useed live around those parts and always rather liked it.

Although no one ever farted on me...
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 17:08, closed)

Woah!
I wasn't farted on...just near. Christ, if it'd have been 'on' I suspect I'd get Naam style flashbacks at the mere thought of the incident.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 17:13, closed)

hyuk hyuk
I'm gonna be visualising that for days now, laughing like the sort of person who laughs at farts...

*click*
( Dave McF wrote some words on, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 23:25, closed)

of course,
you never have a charged and loaded paintball marker handy when you need one, do you?
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 17:03, closed)