Yes. It ensures you keep a respectful distance from the family jewels.
Heh. I farted. In my office, even. I’m another “fartin’ in public” female. 
You know, I’m kind of an etiquette buff. I love to read etiquette books and I’m about as knowlegeable an amateur in the area as you’re likely to find. And the fact is, normal ‘rules of etiquette’ are suspended in a restroom, at least so far as bodily noises and functions go. A restroom (even a public restroom) is kind of a limbo zone in regards to farts & smells & so on. Such things are allowed in restrooms. And the polite thing to do when you encounter them there is to ignore them.
Well I heard you loud and clear…Plaaaarrrrrrrpppppppp!!
I know I’m immature but for some reason public farting makes me laugh!
Wishes to take Zsofia, Hockey Monkey, and TroubleAgain on a date sometime.
Bring a gas mask.
On the subject of flatulent females, Dolly Parton, in her autobiography, makes reference to her own digestive artefacts, and says she’d like to spoof Paul Simon’s There Goes Rhymin’ Simon by releasing an album titled There Goes Fartin’ Parton.
It isn’t the farters I hate so much as the grunters. Jeez, if you are having such a hard time pinching a loaf find somewhere else other than a gas station. Hmphh… grrr… Hmphh… etc.
I have to watch it when I take my son to school. It seems that crop-dusting kindergartners isn’t cool.
Robin
Nono! what, none of you savages have heard of a muffler? You just screw the tube in…
And point the other end under the stall wall… right under 2.5’s thigh. Just try not to melt the skin…
See? you won’t hear it as loud.
…and leave the cigarettes home.
thinks that somewhere in Hollywood, a TV exec is pitching this scenario as a new reality show right now
God, imagine! The poor things are disadvantaged by nature so as to be at maximum fart-smelling height. It seems unfair, to say the least.
By the way, my cat just cut one. As usual, it smells like Cheerios.
Those of you saying this thread is lock-worthy or ban-worthy-- I have to say, it’s been 2.5 pages of fun for me. Fucking HILARIOUS. But I enjoy fart humor in all its forms. Possibly that’s why I have had such success dealing with middle school students.
QED, the Churchill was fucking awesome.
To fart, or not to fart, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the gut to suffer
The cramps and rumbles of outrageous flatulence,
Or to take Pepto against a sea of bubbles,
And by opposing end them? To fart: to poot;
No more; and by a fart to say we end
The heart-burn and the thousand natural gasses
That flesh is air to, 'tis a flatulation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To toot, to fart;
To fart: perchance to shit: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that breaking wind what turds may come
When we have shuffled off this porcelain toilet
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of holding it in;
…
Yeah, I’m sure you would love to read the rest of that, but there does come to a point where even I feel silly.
You’re right, they might need it. 
No, please, continue. You are half (maybe three quarters) of the reason I ever open any of 2.5’s threads.
Speaking of which, 2 days, 117 replies . . . Gee, why hasn’t the little troll wandered in again yet?
Look, here we go again. 2 1/2" starts a pointless pit, disappears, and we post eighty brazillion responses.
Swell.
Time to jump the shark, ignore those >3, and move on.
You have to be <3 to get on this ride.
Or, I guess, have a heart.