I'm Going to Regret Posting This [Embarrassing situations with gas]

Mebbe, but you’ve got it mostly wrong…
:wink:

Do they go well with “crunchy frog?”

Oh, no, I even had time to take my jeans down and reach a toilet, every single time (note I don’t say I managed to sit on one every single time). But it took three days until my tummy was back to normal, and I spent them not moving much… normally, my visits to her house consist of “Navamom sits down and Nava works”, this one was more along the lines of “Nava lies down looking pale and Navamom works”.

Do medicines like Immodium AD not work for you?

I’m going to regret even reading this thread.
Sorry folks, but my appetite has just disappeared for some reason.

Plus our esteemed moderator has edited OP to be even more descriptive?
Thanks. :eek:

Phew. I’m safe then :D.

(or is that a whoosh?).

The Spanish equivalent is what my mother has been taking every three days for the last ten years. If I can afford to do so without losing workdays, I’d much rather spend a couple of days looking like a ghost and on an astringent diet than start on that route.

Plus, she doesn’t learn lessons unless they are very painful for her. Believe me, I made sure it hurt her a lot more than it hurt me.

Sometimes it’s a whoosh. But usually it’s more of a BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP!

This whole situation stinks.

“Honey? You’ve had a tough day, you don’t need to cook tonight. Put on your nice blue dress, because I’m taking you out to downtown1441’s ass!”

Yes, I marched straight to the sea without stopping

I wish I could have had the same luck as in the OP. Sadly, I did not. My encounter with bum gravy was brought on by a lack of sleep. One morning after working a 12 hour shift my wife needed me to stay awake and take her to a doctors appointment which, being the loving husband I am, I agreed to. After getting our children up, dressed, fed, and in the car we were off to Day Care at about hour 15, during which time an insidious count down toward Montezuma’s’ revenge had been put into motion. Now at about hour 17, while we had morning coffee together, things had started to become uncomfortable but not unmanageable. Finally, at approximately hour 17.5, it was time for her appointment. I became fully aware of how dire my situation had become, after parking and letting my wife out, when I felt a couple bubbles roll over in my stomach, which to me said the back door jumpers were hooked and poised for the green light. I thought to myself, I need a distraction…Ah, YouTube should do the trick. Unfortunately, I became too distracted and floated an air biscuit which in turn caused an upside-down hot fudge sundae in my favorite pair of shorts. In a state of shock and panic I left my wife at the doctor’s office to make the 15m drive back to my house to rid myself of this most unwelcomed chocolate gremlin and clean the smell from the car luckily the seats are leather and my wife was somewhat understanding.

Like VunderBob, for me it’s primarily sugar alcohols. This is something as a diabetic, that I have to be careful of out of concern for my co-workers and people I hang out with. This last week, what with it being ragweed season, I had a SF cough drop in my mouth much of the time. I actually suggested to my boss that a couple of my scheduled meetings be rescheduled or done online. One toot in her office and she was with me on that. :smiley: