Juvenile things that make you snigger (Vol. 2)
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Roofless Toothless said:
I’m not sniggering but I certainly have been giggling since last week over a story that the childrens’ book illustrator Helen Oxenberry told on last week’s Desert Island Discs.
She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
This reminds me of an unfortunate personal trouser banger incident during the music round of a works pub quiz a couple of years ago. Fuelled by overzealous pre-event Dominos consumption, I could feel the swelling of pressure in my loins and the need for an imminent outburst, but had confidence in said music clips providing adequate cover to allow me to set the beast free unnoticed. So I settled back into my (plastic, maximum amplification) chair, relaxed and paaaarrpp! literally a tenth of a second after the music clip ended, before everyone started talking, oops! It’s been mentioned at every works event ever since...She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
foggy said:
Roofless Toothless said:
I’m not sniggering but I certainly have been giggling since last week over a story that the childrens’ book illustrator Helen Oxenberry told on last week’s Desert Island Discs.
She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
This reminds me of an unfortunate personal trouser banger incident during the music round of a works pub quiz a couple of years ago. Fuelled by overzealous pre-event Dominos consumption, I could feel the swelling of pressure in my loins and the need for an imminent outburst, but had confidence in said music clips providing adequate cover to allow me to set the beast free unnoticed. So I settled back into my (plastic, maximum amplification) chair, relaxed and paaaarrpp! literally a tenth of a second after the music clip ended, before everyone started talking, oops! It’s been mentioned at every works event ever since...She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
foggy said:
Roofless Toothless said:
I’m not sniggering but I certainly have been giggling since last week over a story that the childrens’ book illustrator Helen Oxenberry told on last week’s Desert Island Discs.
She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
This reminds me of an unfortunate personal trouser banger incident during the music round of a works pub quiz a couple of years ago. Fuelled by overzealous pre-event Dominos consumption, I could feel the swelling of pressure in my loins and the need for an imminent outburst, but had confidence in said music clips providing adequate cover to allow me to set the beast free unnoticed. So I settled back into my (plastic, maximum amplification) chair, relaxed and paaaarrpp! literally a tenth of a second after the music clip ended, before everyone started talking, oops! It’s been mentioned at every works event ever since...She had gone to see a performance of Fidelio at Glyndebourne and two rows in front of her she noticed a chap who was struggling to fight back a sneeze. Of course the moment of crisis came exactly at a very quiet part of the music, and the poor chap made a superhuman effort to suppress the sneeze, only to find the accumulation of pressure caused him to squeeze out a colossal fart that ricocheted off all walls of the auditorium, causing more disruption than a mere sneeze ever could have done.
I have been giggling ever since.
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