Hell, he’s my hero. I like telling my favorite story about my ex. We’re sleeping in the ground floor of the dorm and I had a dream that I farted. “No, you can’t do that. You’re sleeping next to the girl! No…wait…this is a dream…commence firing!”
In the real world, the first blast woke her up. She looked out the window because she was convinced that the sound was vehicular in nature. “What truck is blasting its horn in the driveway at 3:30 in the morning?” This is about where I let go with the second blast and she let down the blinds.
Well, you gotta admit that doing that is a lot more considerate than farting in Fresh Produce.
By the way, I can’t believe that dogs “suffer from gas” or mind it when humans fart. To them, it’s just another movement (sorry) in the Symphony of Odor that they’ve enjoyed all their lives.
Bessie the Labrador is completely unperturbed by her occasional silent but deadly emissions (which generally occur during the 20 hours a day she is sleeping). Just one time do I recall her producing an audible fart, which caused her to turn and gaze perplexedly at her butt. “Where did that come from???”
So has no one else had the dog look up at you with disgust in their eyes and get up off the couch and leave the room after you let a ripper while watching TV? Sometimes they mind quite a bit. (It didn’t help that she was snuggled up next to my butt at the time.)
I’m a pretty unembarrased public farter. I’m not going to risk a distended bowel for someone elses sense of propriety. If I have time, I’ll move away or maybe I might ask someone I know “hey, I just jammed this pinky pretty good, can you help me pull it loose?” (yes, I get people to fall for the ‘pull my finger’ trick that way.)
Miss Manners says that you should ignore anyone’s fecal fanfare, should it occur in public, the event did not happen. So, I’m really just testing how polite other people are. If they comment, or let on in any way that they’ve heard or smell me farting, they aren’t very polite, are they?
Within about a week, one of the roomates here said “Damn, you’re a gassy little guy, aren’t you?” I let his rudeness pass without comment.
When I’m with my girlfriend, I try to fart as loudly as possible. The emission is then blamed on the nearest object, mostly being the bed or the chair. “Stupid chair!” “Stupid shoes!” It’s quite the in-joke with us.
My husband farts on his cat’s head all the time (hey, she’s the one that wants to snuggle up to his butt. She should know the dangers by this time.) She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Of course, I think she’d happily sleep with her head in his “running shoes of death.” Mmmm, stinky.
Auto, you’re not forcing farts, are you? You know the old saying - never force a fart.
Well that may be true, but this woman grabbed her cart and shuffled away quickly…repeatedly glancing over her shoulder as if the fart was *gaining * on her! No…this is no way to treat the elderly.
My friend’s husband needed to pass gas. They were having a family outing on her brother’s boat. So Joe backs up to a wall thinking he could fart quietly.
Oops! The sound echoed off the hard surface and everyone on the boat heard it, magnified! Now they never let him forget it.