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| the gas passing room
Posted: 10/6/2006 10:05:12 AM | Oh BOY. Mine is my baby sister. She claims to have not passed wind since 1979 (of course I tell her it's because she won't shut her mouth long enough to build up pressure)She was practcing a solo with her college chior class an professor when a high note was called for.Well the kid only weighys 98 pounds,but her girlfriends swore it was a 250 pounder blast. Wind and all .I love to tell that one........she has threated my life for it. Wade | |
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Posted: 10/6/2006 10:08:57 AM | | I have a book called " Fart Proudly" the auther was Benjiman Franklin This guy was a nut.I love him. You can find some of his dirty writings on the web. founding father was a freak; man. Wade | |
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| the gas passing room
Posted: 10/6/2006 2:10:17 PM |  This one takes the cake. I was in my first year of college and this guy kept asking me out and finally I gave in second semester and said I would go out with him. It was January in Regina, Sask. Canada. It was about -40 degress plus the wind chill factor, it was very cold. For dinner we went to a Mexican buffet. I avoided the refried beans but he loaded up on them every trip he made to the buffet. After dinner we went to my Grandmas for dessert and to play games which gave the beans lots of time to work their magic.
On the way back to the dorms he was dying to cut one and knew thought that as we crossed the railroad tracks that the sound of the lumber in the back of the truck would mask the sound. Unfortunately he timed it incorrectly. Not only was it loud it was so smelly that we had to pull off the road and get out of the truck. It was so bad that our eyes were burning.
He couldn't figure out why I wouldn't go out with him again. If that were to happen now I'd say no big deal. I still laugh thinking about it 23 years later. | |
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| the gas passing room
Posted: 10/6/2006 2:11:44 PM | | My Dad used to say "Where ever you may be let your wind blow free." | |
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| the gas passing room
Posted: 10/8/2006 5:31:03 PM | I was working in a bar doing sound. This would be nigh on 20 years back.
Don't recall what I had eaten, but I was as rank as I was combustible.
After setting up the mics on stage, I was walking back to my soundbooth when I started to cut one.
It blew, and blew, and blew. For probably 30 feet I kept walkin' and the fart kept blowin'.
No one heard it because of the tunes that were playin'.
As I got back to the booth, I turned and watched the reaction of the people in my wake.
It was like slow-motion domino-effect.
As the fragrance blossomed and spread, you could see the line of people along the aisle I had farted my way along, all starting to look around trying to figure out who the culprit was.
The funny part was how heads started turning at the far end of the aisle, and progressed one by one to the near end.
Still brings a smile to my face. | |
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