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Hey Freak!

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Hide the women and children; Im'a talk about farts...

I was really hoping somebody would ask this question. I recently had a new, potential client call so you know, I was being being witty and charming and smart and all that.

Let me back up. Ok I sit on one of those exercise balls instead of an office chair (it has a back and rollers, it's nifty and helps my back.)

So I have to fart. It's cool, I'm alone (though on the phone) and so I go for it. Only it comes out with a little more force than I anticipated. And the exercise ball (filled with AIR) reverberates the sound and it is SO LOUD. Like, REALLY surprisingly loud and the sound bounces off this exercise ball and fills the ENTIRE ROOM.

I know the poor woman heard it. There was an awkward pause and then we just continued on. It's been days since that happened and I have been mortified ... then I came to your blog. Bless you.

I got about as far as Amy's story above and praise the Lord, I don't feel *quite* so embarassed. lol

THANK YOU MIKEY.
What a coincidence. Read my post from yesterday.
It's not the smelly ones or the loud ones. It's the really WARM ones.

Dude. You asked.
Mine was when I was 19 and a student in Job Corps. I had gone to bed early one night, and after I fell asleep, my roommates came into the room. They kept waking me up because they were laughing so loud, so I finally rolled over and snapped, "Do you MIND? I'm trying to sleep."

One of them replied, "If you'd stop farting in your sleep, we'd stop laughing so loud." (insert 9-shades-of-red face here.)
I can't think of a signature fart story of my own, but I can think of plenty of those belonging to others.

One time back in high school we were sitting there waiting for class to start, when Dan (the school hippie - there's no other way to describe him, really) gets this slow smile on his face.

I got up and slowly backed away. Sure enough, the fart a la burrito express was rapidly wafting across the room. People walked out with their eyes watering.

The other day, the boyfriend and I were joking around (a normal occurrence) when he ended up lying on the floor next to the couch, and I was on the couch, face down, near the edge.

"it smells like farts here," I said. He rolled over and leaned into the cushion and started sniffing. "No it doesn't." "Yes it does."

Right then, the smell of stinky dog fart made it to his nose, and he started yelling "OHHHHH! OH GOD!!!! OHHHHHH!"

And then the last one, also a dog fart: once my friend's dog was standing in the driveway... the dog farted (which surprised her) and the dog turned around to sniff her butt - and gagged.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAH awesome.
My signature fart was when i was 12...My girlfriends always thought farts were funny, but I always thought they were something you kinda did on your own...anyway it was a sleepover, and they'd all pissed off outside to fag it up, and so i let the TINIEST, QUIETEST, NON SMELLIEST fart ever...and to this day...17 years later...those same two girls still "remember that fart you did at the breakfast table...?"
I realize this is an old post and perhaps new comments aren't encouraged... but I have a good one. I musta missed this post first time around. Anyhoo, in high school, I was involved in a "lift-a-thon" for the football team. You know the drill... you get people to sponsor you for pennies on the pound and the more you lift, the more cash you get. It was my turn to do the deadlift -- where you squat down and grab the barbell 'n weights and straighten yourself up, thereby lifting the weights to waist level. If it had only been the other members of the football team present, I would have proudly claimed my creation. But, dude, all the PARENTS were there watching. In the middle of the gymnasium -- complete silence out of respect for the feat of strength I was about to perform. I was concentrating so intently on exploding upward with those weights that I failed to notice I was about to rip one. Just as I unleashed the fury, another type of fury chose to make itself known. Short but very loud -- like a gunshot. Even though it wasn't technically a competition, I was disqualified for using jet propulsion.
Ha. Pretty funny post.
i've got the same problem, and i found the solution here on satellite tv on pc, just for reference.

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