Line up at the grocery store. Standing behind an elderly gentleman who did not care who was behind him. Continually let them go with gusto. I was in awe.
I let one go once in Paris. It was the funniest thing ever.
Musings on the byways of popular culture
I regularly laugh at my own farts. Just something with the sound.
Some crazy behind me at the grocery store. Tried to get rid of him with noise and vapours to no avail.
Surely Paris has suffered enough.
😂
Many years ago at a folk festival, the hall was silent as people listened in silent attention to the concertina player on stage, until a trouser eructation of a high decibelary capacity was heard.
Alastair Anderson the concertina player looked up, then looked back down as he continued to play.
My apologies to him after all these years.
Have an uppppppphhhhhhhhttttttt
Have an uppppppphhhhhhhhttttttt
There’s an echo in here.
Since Me & Mrs M went onto statins a few years back our bottoms actually conduct dialogues every morning, like the conversation between the ARP and the Mothership at the end of Close Encounters.
Since my Unexpected Bowel Shortening op last year, I have seemingly acquired the ability to poot quietly all night. Every time I wake, there I go. Farts also appear without any warning, often while walking along. I am become Grey Fartpants, the destroyer of worlds. . .
I seem to be a Frequent Farter these days.
Age-related sphincter slackening, In my opinion.
Frequent Farter? Do you get (hot) Air Miles?
A single fart led to the most embarrassing moment of my life but I’m sure nobody would want to know about that.
What if somebody pulled your finger and you couldn’t do it?
I do love a good fart. I let one slip out sat work today as I was walking across the carpet, carried on walking as if nothing happened not before rubbing a spot on the carpet as if that was the cause of the noise.