Didnt there used to be an urban myth of an old lady who farted so much,one winters night she closed her bedroom window,the methane level in her bedroom built up to such a degree she died overnight of methane narcosis![]()
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
There was once an urban myth in pinas too about a guy in the MRT who's been wanting to fart so bad as he probably ate something bad that day.....
But he cannot just fart in public where he is sorrounded by people as he is in a train,
so he came up with a strategy, since there was a music on the background,
he figured he will go and fart in time when the music is at it's peak and loudest which is the chorus part, so his fart won't be heard...
So he did, he finally relieved himself and thinking he got away with it unnoticed,
bu then he saw everyone looking at him in a very bad and disgusting way.....
that's when he realized he was on his ipod with his headset on his ears...
and thats where the music came from......![]()
"10% of life is made up of what happens to you, 90% is decided by how you react"
"The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost"
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
when i was younger we had a dog who was old and would get sick so we would take him to the vets and he would get a stack of pills to keep him going! he would lie there and you could here the air release from his butt and then the old doggy fart would hit you
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i have learnt to do what my wife says!
Mmmm ... delicious aroma! ... almost as fragrant as the odour wafting from beneath the bedclothes when *one "lets-off" [as it's termed in polite circles] and ... immediately pulls them uparound one's head - perchance to savour the moment ...
*With apologies to the incumbent of 'Buck House' ... none other than our esteemed Monarch - alias "One" - of the British *Empire (if *such still exists!)
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