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( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
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Every time i fart i giggle like a 5 year old in a tickle factory. Sometimes when i fart it feels like my ass has sprayed the inside of my undergarments with a spattering of brown bum goodness. Touch wood, as yet, i have yet to check and see the brown bum goodness in its physical reality.
This one time when we went camping we were having a jolly old time down by some lakes somewhere in the wooded area we happened to drive to. The usual fare had been ingested, a few donaghadee's and quite a lot of warm beer & cider. Anyway one friend went for a warm fuzzy walk and chanced a group of girl campers. Stu, for that is his name, came running back over a bridge to tell us as we were aimlessly wondering about looking at leaves , chatting away aimlessly without moving our jaws and the like. Quick as a flash he quickly shuffled past us gleefully informing us that there were ' hot chicks over there, you guys go on over and I will be back over in a bit,' a few seconds later we heard a shout from Stu asking whereupon we may have placed the loo roll in our encampment.All was well and a jolly good night was had by all, until that is stu informed us he had followed thorugh on a fart himself whilst initially speaking to the 'hot girls'.
After what seemed like an age towards the end of the night when each of us tried to place shitty bum stu in each others tents we all retired to sleep.
For nothing would prepare us for the horror that we would chance upon on awakening the next morning. The area just beside the tents was awash with bits of shit stained loo paper and little piles of human faeces, oh the stench, i can still taste it, best of all in the middle in pride of place where stu's undergarments, filled with lovely brown gooey human excrement.
It was everywhere, and just as we were leaving a group of young girls arrived to go canoeing. What must they have thought we were up to.
So my question is, would you rather go canoeing with a group of young girls or squeeze the man juice out of your man member with a nutcracker?
( , Wed 12 Dec 2007, 15:29, Reply)
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