Men being men,we talk about sports,sex,women,politics,and farts.
It is a state law that men will brag and lie about their fats.Decompress,poots,toots and butt perfume.
Me personally,I have been able to fart in colors and I have my own signature fragrance.I just call it Burnt Peanut Butter.
Years ago we were in the meat market talking about farts.I told the guys about the time I was in the shower and farted.It blew the door open and sprung the hinge.Almost choked to death before I could get out.
About this time the meat wrapper came in.
She told about the time her husband,Grover, came home drunk.He fell into bed and passed out.
Now they had a dog,one of those yappin little bastards that shake all the time-like he has an ice cube up his butt.Now this little bastard would sleep between Grovers legs.Grover farted, the dog came running out,yappin , and crying.Stopped on Grovers chest and puked his guts up.
I have never made a dog thow up.I could only be so proud.
Till next time--------------Poohpa
We were at some dirt track races last Saturday night and the stands were PACKED. You couldn't have squeezed another person in the stands with a crowbar - well, that is until a guy sitting about 3 people down from me let one BIG one go and it cleared out the whole section - children, women AND men. I'll bet that guy will still be telling that story years from now.
ReplyDeleteNow that I've stopped laughing and have composed myself....I printed this post out to show my son. I think the two of you would really like each other....since you have similar humors among 'other' things in common.
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