Love is....
simultaneous farting.


Discuss.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 13 May 2010, 22:56, 8 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

An ex and I thought we'd grown close enough to fart in front of each other.
It turns out she fucking stunk so I asked if we could go back to old, more polite ways.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:03, Reply)

or alternatively
farting contests
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:10, Reply)

fart tennis

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:11, Reply)

Altitude farts are all of the win.
Every time we go up to the mountains, both of us fart more than normal. It's ace, and I'm still ahead by 5 on the dutch ovens.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:13, Reply)

Oh God I just remembered
I trumped on Saturday morning, so loud it woke me up!
That's what you get when you hold them in around your bloke...

Night people, I'm shattered.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:29, Reply)

nooooooooo
sorry chickenlady, no no no!!!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 13 May 2010, 23:35, Reply)

PERVERT!

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 13 May 2010, 23:38, Reply)

No discussion needed.
This is one of life's little affirmations.

When the simultaneity is also synergistic on the olfactory attack level and drives both parties out of the immediate area
for a quick brew and a chat while it settles down, that is domestic bliss of a rare and beautiful kind.

Thank you, Chickenlady, for allowing me to think on this properly.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 14 May 2010, 8:11, Reply)