Showing posts with label farts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farts. Show all posts

Sunday, October 19, 2014

YES, VIRGINIA, I AM CRUDE.

I get loads of suggestions from avid readers as to the sort of post I should do.  The lovely person who found this and sent it on, dared me to do something clever with it.

It is an established fact that I adore 'fart' humour.  It must be the Anglophile in me.  In the UK, 'farts' are oft used in comedy to get folks rolling round on the floor.  Personally, I think it is a riot.

I fart.  There I have laid claim to it.  I can not smell and mates do tell that my farts can clear out a ballpark.  Rather think that is a bit harsh on their part, but how would I know.

You do know what they say.  'Better to bear the shame than the pain...

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

ANOTHER FART TALE

To hear some friends tell it, the old geezer has been known to clear a room with gas...

Truth be told, unless the gas is really pressing, not smelling makes it a bit hard to know.

I know, it must be a Brit thing, this love of "fart" humour, but it does give me the giggles.  Mind, it could be gas.............