...once upon a time in a Scout Camp far away...a visting troop down the road from where we had pitched our gear, was attempting to light their campfire with azz-gas....
...once upon a time in a Scout Camp far away...a visting troop down the road from where we had pitched our gear, was attempting to light their campfire with azz-gas....
Aficionado of farts! LOLs! My dearly departed Mom used to explain to us kids (when I was just a wee sprout) that our family was filled with much more gas that the average clan. I think she was trying to offer comfort. Just in case the kids in school made fun of us. She may have inadvertently created a monster or two. I mean, the woman after having ripped a chain of, okay, I won't exaggerate here, about 7 atmospheric befoulments in a row, would smile and proclaim that it was an old Swedish custom. Then she would semi-curtsey and walk away. It was about that time that my brother took to lighting those suckers. Not my Mom's. His own. Now, we never had a cat, Mom had asthma and was allergic, but sometimes when it was just a short toot or had a particularly amusing sound to it, she would ask, "Who stepped on the cat's tail?" That was my beloved Mom. God, I miss that woman! She invented being a fart aficionado!
Nice thread Siggy, though let's be honest, I should have started this thread. Sorry for my complacency. And no poll as to whether you have or not?
In college we had "The Blue Flamers Club". Many nights of jocular hilarity ensued. I think beer and left handed cigarettes helped that along. One guy burned all the hair off his ass while lighting up. I hurt for days from laughing so hard.
Ahhh, the carefree days of youth. Now you all know where my love of burritos comes from...
I just bought some flash cotton on eBay so I can at least go through the motions of enjoying the experience. Never said I was a lady.
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