…smell exactly like dogshit. Its freaking me out. Now, farts don’t normally smell good but, you know that distinct “just stepped in dogshit smell”? Well thats it. I’m thinking you know how dogs have a high protein diet? Last night I had this HUGE steak. Maybe its a protein thing.
Um… okay.
/me hands Whamma a can of Industrial Strength Orange Scented Air Freshener. 
One of my colleagues has this problem… he’s gotta be the gassiest individual I’ve ever come in contact with. I mean… I’m human… I pass… but this guy… jeez-o-man. And it’s not like a really bad, but bearable odor either. His stuff be stank as all get out. I have my fan constantly pointed in his direction.
Whamma… pbbbttthhh :p. Let’s try that again.
Whammo. 
From this day forward, I swear never to open another thread by you or aha that has anything to do with any bodily function whatsoever. Never again!
[sub]yeah, and I’m gonna get that pony I’ve been wanting since I was four, too…[/sub]
Eugh, I know what you’re talking about. Usually one’s own farts are tolerable. You can sort of recognize them as coming from YOU. But occasionally they’ll be entirely foreign and nose-singeingly scary. I can’t say I’ve ever associated those types with doggie doo, but I won’t doubt your analysis and I sure as hell ain’t heading over your way to get my own whiff.
I too, have a confession to make.
On Sunday morning I made creamed chipped beef on toast (SOS-or Shit on a Shingle). With mushrooms.
Mighty tasty, yes, but WHOO-BOY!
Sunday afternoon we were in a matinee showing of “Cats & Dogs”. I couldn’t help myself. It just slipped out.
I had people for three rows looking around and fanning themselves. My darling wife looked at me with an expression of utter disgust and fear.
Then we went home. I unloaded the dishwasher. It happened again.
I chased myself out of the room with my own flatulence.
I’m so sorry.
Mine sometimes smell like Lake Michigan, today for instance. Might have something to do with the pound of salmon I had for dinner last night.