To me, and I do mingle in some er, uh, higher circles when need be, a fart is just that, and everyone but the guilty party has the right, the privilidge to giggle, to laugh, or if the company is of the closest friends, then you all, except the farter, may fall to the floor in mock anguish and in mock strangulation; fully letting the farter know that you recognize his wind, his fake-h(f)arted apology.
It can be now revealed, by an extensive British University Study, that the natural need to fart, often with sounds which indicate the muscular nature of the buttocks of the farter in question, be they strong, muscularly-pushed farts, or the far more usual, weakened, seemingly feckless, uncontrollably long, staccato barrages, similar to a clean embrasured French horn, or a very tight tympani drum. And without fail, it is always the evening's host who smiles the knowing smile of rectal relief, and at the same time, raises his glass of wine, in a toast...
Well, what do you do? Fart too?
2006-11-23
01:08:05
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