We have a funny little Pitbull/Lab mix named Joe. He is, what I call, assileptic. He gets all happy and his tail starts wagging, then his entire ass is wiggling out of control. The entire time his face has a happy, proud look on it. Tounge out, ears half cocked, ass moving and totaly disconnected from his brain.
Whenever my wife or I let one pop, almost in unison my wife and I go “JOE?!?”
He gets up, proudly walks around with his ass out of control and he seems very pleased with himself - even though is wasn’t REALLY his fart.
Sometimes we blame the cat but the reaction from her is far less entertaining.
I don’t remember when we got the the point of being comfortable farting around each other - must have been early on because I remember one weekend when we were newlyweds… we’d eaten lunch at a Shoney’s, that had all-you-can-eat soup, and some soup involving beans was majorly YUMMO. We were out of town, staying at a Holiday Inn, and I’m pretty sure the hotel had to repaint the room we stayed in
My MIL once asked my SIL (newly living-with a fellow, and they’d just gotten officially engaged): “But are you comfortable with each other? can you FART around each other??”.
My husband is the real pro when it comes to farting. Generally high overall level of both frequency and toxicity. (though I’m less prolific, when I really get going I peel paint off of trucks 20 miles away). Most evenings, I wind up accusing him of eating roadkill for lunch.
Never had a dog to blame for this but I did once lay the blame on one of the babies. Now that they’re older I can’t get away with that any more :mad:
I don’t fart in front of anyone. My husband farts with abandon. I think “man butt” is different from “woman butt.” They just fart more. I dunno why…they just do.
Oh, and there was the time (quite recent) where my spouse had been running errands in the car. He came home to pick the rest of us up for some outing. Kids and I got in the car and it, well, reeked.
In the early stages of dating my fiance, I wouldn’t fart around her. We were both in college at the time and I lived in a house with 3 other guys. We would hang out in my room and watch movies. If I really had one building up, I would excuse myself and go into the bathroom and let her rip. Or if I did actually have to go to the bathroom, I would take the opportunity to let out any pent up gas.
I’ve been with her for over four years now and she just recently told me that my efforts were in vain. Either we had very thin wallls in that house or I have a very vocal anus, but she heard me every time I let one buck. Sometimes I think it is a miracle that she is still with me.
FWIW, we are now past that point and freely fart in front of each other. My only request is that she not fart ON me if we are snuggling.
The only time I fart freely with anyone else around is with my mom. If I let one rip I giggle and say “Pardon me” as if it was a surprise. If it’s a long loud one, she can identify and says “Ah, so satifying!” in sisterhood with how relieved I must feel!
I think we started early on - I accidentally let one rip in the middle of sex, and after that, it was on. Honestly, it’s a bit of a contest now, and I can out-fart him like mad. We usually blame it on the cats.
However, I gave birth to the gassiest baby ever, and he’s trying to take my title. ElzaHub was holding him one day last week, and I heard this gigantic fart come from the vicinity of the chair. Looked over and ElzaHub was in hysterics - I’d assumed he had done it, but apparently, this giant ppppppffffffffttttttt had come out of our son’s tiny little butt.
I think my favorite SO fart story is when my girlfriend dutch-ovened herself!
We’d woke up on some lazy Sunday morning, and were lying there together peacefully. At her house, I usually sleep on top of the covers, because it’s usually warmer than I’d prefer.
This particular morning, it was chilly, so I was all up under the covers.
I let one rip- loud and noxious. The rest went something like this:
Girlfriend: <sniff> <sour face> <dives under covers>
Girlfriend: “AAAGH! It’s under here too!” <emerges from covers quickly>
Me: “Too? That’s where it started.”
Her: “You usually sleep on top of the covers; that’s why I went under. I was trying to escape!”
I occasionally hang out with the three teenaged boys my friend spawned. One time I had to let loose and thought, what the hell, they’re teen boys. Turns out there are feats of flatulence even they hadn’t achieved before.
BTW, I love the colorful language and expressions we have all come up with around this phenomenon. So cute.
We’re a family of proud farters at my house. We also have wooden dining room chairs, which amplify the littlest squeaker into a mighty shriek. I tells ya, if they had that type of chair in the schools, no one would ever graduate.
I had a precautionary sigmoidoscopy, which involves a tiny camera inserted in the bottom to check the bowel. Not painful, just weird.
So the medical staff explained what would happen. They asked if a (beautiful blonde) medical student could observe the procedure.
So the tube is inserted and air is pumped gently up to keep the tube inflated.
The doctor gives me the all-clear and I’m thinking of asking the sudent out when they remove the tube.
Ah, yes… the “cheek resonance” theory of differences in fart modulation. My husband and I have had a philosophical debates about this, as I felt somewhat embarassed that my farting, though less noxious and frequent, was louder. He also has the “ass hair muffler” adjunct theory which he claims suppresses his noise factor.
My SO and I have never discussed this. I think I’ll bring it up soon. (No, not that!) We do burp in front of each other as long as we say “Excuse Me”.
Anyone heard of a “Covered Wagon”? This is when you fart in bed with your wife and pull the covers over her head. EEK!
