Ty - so I led you two to have a fart coversation - that is a sick threesome if I ever heard one!
Well...a foursome if you include Kents Disney hating hussy girlfriend.
Side Fart Story:
My ex - bad gas - hounds of He!! flatulants I tell ya.
Thanksgiving circa 1999 and we are heading back from my Dad's big feast and we have a cr@phole Dodge 1988 Minivan (not the Grand cause being the color of "squished smurf with cream" was only available in the small ghetto version. Again cold out and the beauty of that van is the windows did not role down in the cold. Made drive through's a treat.
Anyway - the ex let's one fly a mile from an oil refinery. Baylor not quite 4 is in the back in his winter gear and proceeds to hurl Pumpkin Pie, Turkey, Stuffing, Cranberries, mashed taters, a biscuit and butter with a side of gravy thrown in for good measure, all down the front of him. In that order. The smells came out one by one I swear.
The Ex - yells "Why did you puke?"
Baylor yells "You smell!"
From the mouth of babes
This lead to a debate whether his butt could make someone vomit. We all voted (5 people) and the only one not in agreement was poopy pants himself.
Kent once farted and it caused the dog to dry heave.
Now we are a mile down the road and the lovely burnt smell of gas is in the air from the oil refinery.
So we sit like a bad infomercial for 7.3 more miles till home.
With the smell of his @ss, Baylor's potporri of puke and the oil refinery smell trapped in the car with the windows that won't roll down. We were trapped rats and you had a choice of riding with heat on and baking the smell in further or turning off the heat and have no toes left when you get home. I voted for being called stubbs.
I think I would have turned the heat up, taken my socks off and stuffed them up my nose.
I couldn't find anything to breathe through that was not permiated in stench.
Too bad they didn't have scented tampons back then, that would have worked up the nose too
To this day the kids call Thanksgiving 1999 the year that Dad @ss destroyed the holiday.
that would make a great Sci-Fi movie.
Like why would you not have charcoal pills in your purse?
i could understand if maybe she also had a tiny grill in her purse too, you never know when the need to barbque is going to strike
She explained that charcoal absorbed the gas in the stomach and down the pipes until it is out and eats the smell it produced. So even if he did fart - we would not smell it.
Kent would have to eat so much charcoal he'd end up crapping a diamond!
You can get it at a health food store. I asked her if I could just save money and shove a brisket from the grill up my husband's (at the time) tukkus. She did not find me amusing. This was serious medical stuff and I was acting like, well me.
If you ask me that was a serious medical question. And in my opinion I think the brisket up the hiney hole would help. They just don't want us to know that, it's a conspiracy to make us buy their product and charge us an arm and a leg for a chiclet charcoal.
Other suggestion, how bout have him put a piece of Bounce fabric up his crack. It would muffle the sounds and sure smell better! If he can't reach it well - ( maybe he has Trex arms) give him an old spatula to make sure he gets it in real good. Just don't use it on your chili later.
I like this idea, it would work beter then a scented pon, less dangerous too. I mean you get enough force behind that pon it could shoot out like a missil and someone could lose an eye. But a downey, a slight breeze would pass and we'd smell the fresheness of mountain spring air
Ok - back to your regularly scheduled topics!