I'm in, except for the mars thing. We are going to need a planet to go to when we have destroyed this one, plus I have heard you can grow a mean crop of poppies up there.
I know this seems sporadic, but the time for desperate action is now! We must take a stand!
We must find a pill that makes farts smell minty.
That is all.
But if we do that, I can't use my husband to clear out the line at Starbucks! Then I'll have to wait for coffee!
I'm in, except for the mars thing. We are going to need a planet to go to when we have destroyed this one, plus I have heard you can grow a mean crop of poppies up there.
I think we should be worrying more about the methane gas on our own planet.
and i quote "Pointing your bare ass at someone's eye while farting may result in butt-mint propelling at speeds up to 60 mph into the eye and causing permanent blindness as well as "stinky brown eye" syndrome. Butt-mints may cause internal ass rashes which will be difficult to scratch unless you find a metal wire brush and apply it into your butthole to relieve the itch. If swallowed, consult an physician and/or a mortician immediately as there is no hope for survival."
I know this seems sporadic, but the time for desperate action is now! We must take a stand!
We must find a pill that makes farts smell minty.
That is all.
But if we do that, I can't use my husband to clear out the line at Starbucks! Then I'll have to wait for coffee!
Down with minty farts! I'll be the lone gunman in the clock-tower fighting for the rights of the stinky-fart!
What would become of the time-honoured tradition known as "The Fart Game"? It's one game I'll be able to beat my daughters at for many years to come, until I become bed-ridden and it will be time for payback, but I'm willing to live for the moment.
Also, my favourite form of foreplay with my wife, the "Dutch Oven".
Tranquil, your post couldn't have come at a time of year when I feel any stronger about the joy of stinky farts. We've just come out of Canada's largest Ribfest, held just a short walk from my house. A green fog has been emanating from my arse all weekend as the product of pulled-pork sandwiches and beans.
fart in a jar, cap it - place in a boiling bath of water, and store with your other canned items - you'll always be able to bring back that stench should such an invention become popular, or mandatory.
