"The Fart That (Almost) Altered My Destiny"

[Unauthorized_Cinnamon]

I literally have tears running down my face after reading this. Enjoy!

[CalMeacham]

From the cite:

But, to my surprise, I did. A couple days later, actually. Now we’re married and he’s laying on the couch while I type this … “It was your rack that saved you,” he just lovingly reminded me.

Well, thank you boobs. You saved us. You saved our destiny.

Ah, yes. Men can be blinded by the Power of Boobs. So you should stop complaining about our fixation with them.

Actually, the thread title made me think of this entry in the Thousand and One Nights 9the first one, although they’re all flatulence stories):

http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/fart.html

[silenus]

I just forwarded that piece to my wife, who will find it strangely familiar somehow!

[OtisCampbellWasRight]

FART = FUNNY

If there is a more universal law of science out there I have never seen it.

:eek:

[StusBlues]

Yeah, seriously, women can utterly get away with gas around men. It humanizes them; it makes them more approachable.

[Cat_Whisperer]

I liked the part about clawing at the windows - I sent the link to my sister and her husband, with a note that we can both probably relate to that part.

[CalMeacham]

@StusBlues

Yeah, seriously, women can utterly get away with gas around men. It humanizes them; it makes them more approachable.

As someone on this Board once said in reply to this – “Well, not immediately”