I often find myself unable to comment on this blog because the writing and content are so thoughtful while an actual thought rarely passes through my grey matter.
But THIS! This is something I can latch onto.
...all I can think of however is "what would Sylow's parents think of this sign...and what ways would they find to suck all the enjoyment out of a good fart joke?"
The tone of this blog has corrupted my sense of humor. Someone, please help me!!
Whether they're aware of it or not, everyone knows someone who used to light their farts on fire. The guy I knew in college stopped doing it after setting his silk boxers on fire. It wasn't the loss of the fancy shorts that did it though, it was having to explain to hi physician how he got 2nd degree burns on his arse.
2) While I am sure I know people who have done this, nobody has ever told me "yeah, I've done this."
3) I did not find out that people did this until I was fairly elderly (at least in comparison to how old I think most people are when they find out about this).
a) The person I knew who did this, did wet the bed often.
b) He was, of course, not a legal consumer of alchohol but consumed anyway.
c) His girlfriend really didn't like it when he wet the bed.
d) Miss Kate is not one to hide from the truth, but if you think reading this will prevent her from ever cooking for me again, please give her fair warning.
Miss Kate will not withhold her culinary prowess from you on account of this. She knows you are a boy and she is very good at going, this is boy stuff, la la la, I am not listening.
There are days when I am extremely proud to be a Canadian. This is one of those days.
Although once, in Eastern Washington State, at a truck stop that provided gasoline AND dinner in the form of a diner, had a very large sign which said "Eat Here, Get Gas", and another that said "Diesel Fried Chicken".
Not to completely change the subject, but this is far too funny not to share.
So my friend with the flaming flatulance fetish, we'll call him Knob, he also had this bed wetting problem. Basically, he'd get really drunk and just not give a rip.
Eventually, his girlfriend started threatening to take action (like sleeping somewhere else). Before that happened, Knob awoke one night to find his very inebriated girfriend squatting over his laundry basket.
Dear husband's fraternity had farting contests -- you won if you could walk the furthest while farting all the time. An equation of distance time fart (no stopping!) yielded the winner.
Maybe one woman once peed in a laundry basket but everybody knows a guy who peed in a closet...(you know, he thought he was opening the bathroom door, and apparently after that it's okay to pee anywhere.)
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I often find myself unable to comment on this blog because the writing and content are so thoughtful while an actual thought rarely passes through my grey matter.
But THIS! This is something I can latch onto.
...all I can think of however is "what would Sylow's parents think of this sign...and what ways would they find to suck all the enjoyment out of a good fart joke?"
The tone of this blog has corrupted my sense of humor. Someone, please help me!!
Okay Math Wizard...you win.. you out farted me with the picture.
Sincerely, Your NEXT BLOG friend, Mary the interloper
PS it took you a while to challenge my fart joke, but you won in the end...and isn't that the essence of a fart?
Whether they're aware of it or not, everyone knows someone who used to light their farts on fire. The guy I knew in college stopped doing it after setting his silk boxers on fire. It wasn't the loss of the fancy shorts that did it though, it was having to explain to hi physician how he got 2nd degree burns on his arse.
1) I have never done this.
2) I have never seen this done.
2) While I am sure I know people who have done this, nobody has ever told me "yeah, I've done this."
3) I did not find out that people did this until I was fairly elderly (at least in comparison to how old I think most people are when they find out about this).
4) Miss Kate is not reading this.
a) The person I knew who did this, did wet the bed often.
b) He was, of course, not a legal consumer of alchohol but consumed anyway.
c) His girlfriend really didn't like it when he wet the bed.
d) Miss Kate is not one to hide from the truth, but if you think reading this will prevent her from ever cooking for me again, please give her fair warning.
This sounds like one hell of a guy.
Miss Kate will not withhold her culinary prowess from you on account of this. She knows you are a boy and she is very good at going, this is boy stuff, la la la, I am not listening.
There are days when I am extremely proud to be a Canadian. This is one of those days.
Although once, in Eastern Washington State, at a truck stop that provided gasoline AND dinner in the form of a diner, had a very large sign which said
"Eat Here, Get Gas", and another that said "Diesel Fried Chicken".
Not to completely change the subject, but this is far too funny not to share.
So my friend with the flaming flatulance fetish, we'll call him Knob, he also had this bed wetting problem. Basically, he'd get really drunk and just not give a rip.
Eventually, his girlfriend started threatening to take action (like sleeping somewhere else). Before that happened, Knob awoke one night to find his very inebriated girfriend squatting over his laundry basket.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm peeing"
She has no memory of the event.
Dear husband's fraternity had farting contests -- you won if you could walk the furthest while farting all the time. An equation of distance time fart (no stopping!) yielded the winner.
Maybe one woman once peed in a laundry basket but everybody knows a guy who peed in a closet...(you know, he thought he was opening the bathroom door, and apparently after that it's okay to pee anywhere.)
funny comments...
For those of you with a slight flatulence problem I came across this sight. De-0dorizer
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