I never played that game as a youngster. Now I feel deprived. Do you think it would be as much fun if I played it as an old fart?
Oh absoulutely! Next time you are in a department store try it out and report back to us…it works, IIRC, best when accompanied by an angelic smile…
kinda like this ----> 
they will know you are up to “no good” if you do too much of this ----> 
Or funny, because farts are jokes… jokes that come out of your ass.
If one doesn’t think they’re funny, it’s because one just doesn’t get it!
Here, allow me to explain it to those who are still missing it:
brrrt!
I thought it was ‘you say it louder until someone loses his nerve and stops.’
I read a blurb on the health page of one of those newspaper insert magazines, once, that claimed that ‘studies’ had determined that the average person farted 10 times on average in an average day. *How could you possibly DO that study? * What kind of protocol would be acceptable to ensure accuracy? I can’t think of one I’d trust.
Self reporting is out. I don’t even want to try thinking of an automatic counting mechanism. Methane sensor? shiver
I don’t believe a word of it. But it has caused an entry into my family’s phrase lexicon: “I’m feeling above average today”.
Yes, I truly have above average children. There have been poems written. . . well. . . limericks.
. . . now I wonder who persuaded them to be female?
Once again I realised that I don’t have a poker face at all. I just tried saying that to myself, but the mere thought of saying it to a person and then going “I said thank you very much, what did you hear?” made me grin. Can’t use that one in real life or at least not without long hours of practice.
My mom does that all the time. We all find it hysterical each and every time it happens. She’s even done it in front of my stepmother and my father’s daughter from a subsequent marriage. The more inappropriate the audience, the funnier it is. I’m hoping it will happen at a book signing featuring President Carter.
I was in a dive bar with some friends sitting right near the stage, and dropped a rose. It was so foul, the band stopped playing and the singer looked around at his band-mates mumbling, “Who farted?”
You know, you can make the blood drain from a total, inoffensive stranger’s face in a public place just as easily (and amusingly, too!) if you just walked up to her and slit her throat with a switchblade.
I think that your problem is that you’re competing. Tits is a game where everyone works together.
Hmmm. I always enjoyed the game played one-on-one with an attractive female. 