Appalling Flatulence
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Huff said:
More than you wanted to know:
http://sfnottingham.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/why-do-...
http://sfnottingham.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/why-do-...
Magnus said:
It sounds like ... someone stepping on ducks.
grumbledoak said:
Huff said:
More than you wanted to know:
http://sfnottingham.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/why-do-...
http://sfnottingham.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/why-do-...
Magnus said:
It sounds like ... someone stepping on ducks.
One of my proudest moments was following a curry the previous evening. Drove to work the next morning. Parked in the car park. Let rip one of those long , fairly silent , but highly pungent post curry farts. Evacuated the car quickly. Popped back to car at lunchtime to go grab a sandwich and could still smell it. 
tjl said:
One of my proudest moments was following a curry the previous evening. Drove to work the next morning. Parked in the car park. Let rip one of those long , fairly silent , but highly pungent post curry farts. Evacuated the car quickly. Popped back to car at lunchtime to go grab a sandwich and could still smell it.
You are my hero tjl said:
One of my proudest moments was following a curry the previous evening. Drove to work the next morning. Parked in the car park. Let rip one of those long , fairly silent , but highly pungent post curry farts. Evacuated the car quickly. Popped back to car at lunchtime to go grab a sandwich and could still smell it.
I think I can still smell it from here.If we're doing farting stories...
I once covered two stock car race meetings in a weekend at different venues, and on the Saturday night had a dodgy beefburger from the venue's snack bar. The next morning I arrived at the second venue and was talking to some of the officials in race control when I unleashed a massive yet thankfully silent fart. The smell was so bad that within seconds the control box had emptied and I was the only one left in there. Of course they all knew it was me, so did I act embarrassed? Did I apologise? No, I pissed myself laughing!
I once covered two stock car race meetings in a weekend at different venues, and on the Saturday night had a dodgy beefburger from the venue's snack bar. The next morning I arrived at the second venue and was talking to some of the officials in race control when I unleashed a massive yet thankfully silent fart. The smell was so bad that within seconds the control box had emptied and I was the only one left in there. Of course they all knew it was me, so did I act embarrassed? Did I apologise? No, I pissed myself laughing!
tjl said:
One of my proudest moments was following a curry the previous evening. Drove to work the next morning. Parked in the car park. Let rip one of those long , fairly silent , but highly pungent post curry farts. Evacuated the car quickly. Popped back to car at lunchtime to go grab a sandwich and could still smell it.
I envy the next owner of your car.Kierkegaard said:
tjl said:
One of my proudest moments was following a curry the previous evening. Drove to work the next morning. Parked in the car park. Let rip one of those long , fairly silent , but highly pungent post curry farts. Evacuated the car quickly. Popped back to car at lunchtime to go grab a sandwich and could still smell it.
I envy the next owner of your car.
4 of us in the car, Marc driving, we'd just played some 5 and side and then went to pub for lunch, on the way to Doms mates house about 400 yards away.
Aid in the front passenger drops his guts.....oh man it was rank, Marc eye's started watering, windows down head out just so he could see clearly, me and Dom stuck in back because It's a 3dr mk2 Punto rear windows that only open a inch, all the while Aid is laughing his arse off between gasps of air from outside.
Aid in the front passenger drops his guts.....oh man it was rank, Marc eye's started watering, windows down head out just so he could see clearly, me and Dom stuck in back because It's a 3dr mk2 Punto rear windows that only open a inch, all the while Aid is laughing his arse off between gasps of air from outside.
I went to the gym yesterday, for a run, and only realised when I got there that i had forgotten a t-shirt.
rather than wasting the journey I seized the opportunity for a good long steam.
Upon entering the steam room I spied through the gloom and haze a rather large man melting in the corner, he was large for what is essentially a land mammal.
His breathing was incredibly labored and sounded akin to several small animals being throttled in orchestra. Anyway, I digress, I installed myself in the opposite corner and was happily steaming away when the chap's breathing reached a crescendo, at the same time he leant forward and with a loud report released an ungodly fart. He swiftly mumbled a garbled apology.
Within seconds this this was everywhere. it had mated with the steam and seemed to cling to your eyes and the inside of your nose. looking back on it I am sure i could taste it and I could hazard a guess as to what he had for breakfast.
Needless to say I exited pretty promptly. not an experience I wish to repeat.
rather than wasting the journey I seized the opportunity for a good long steam.
Upon entering the steam room I spied through the gloom and haze a rather large man melting in the corner, he was large for what is essentially a land mammal.
His breathing was incredibly labored and sounded akin to several small animals being throttled in orchestra. Anyway, I digress, I installed myself in the opposite corner and was happily steaming away when the chap's breathing reached a crescendo, at the same time he leant forward and with a loud report released an ungodly fart. He swiftly mumbled a garbled apology.
Within seconds this this was everywhere. it had mated with the steam and seemed to cling to your eyes and the inside of your nose. looking back on it I am sure i could taste it and I could hazard a guess as to what he had for breakfast.
Needless to say I exited pretty promptly. not an experience I wish to repeat.
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