Its an interesting story, actually. Your parents weren't too sure whether to name you Fart or Queef. You see, on the day you were conceived, your parents had a nice evening on the town, which included a lavish meal at Chili's Bar & Grill. As expected, after the meal both your parents got gas. Finding this kinda humorous, your father decided it would be fun to "experiment" with some new sexual techniques that nite. He finally convinced your mother to let him slip it in the backdoor. She was screaming and tears of joy (or maybe horrible pain) were rolling down her cheek. After about 15 minutes, she asked him to stop, and maybe just go doggy. He unhappily obliged, but figured he might as well nut where it counts. Well, your mom was loving it, but she kept queefing everytime he'd take it out of her. Both found this to be hilarious, and thought Wouldnt it be funny to name our child after some comical sounding bodily function?? Soo..... They were gonna name you queef, but as soon as your mother went into labor, The doctor said "This lil stinkers gunna be hard to come out." Your old man started laughing, and said "If he's such a stinker, maybe we should name him Fart." And that, my friend, is how you acheived the most awesome name in the world.... Fart Queef Livingston.
2007-03-16 12:43:47
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answered by Anonymous
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with out explanation of what the questions or arguments have been this stinks worse than a strawman's fart. you do no longer surely assume people to take care of or attack whilst they do no longer even understand what your touching on?
2016-10-18 09:54:20
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answered by Anonymous
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You poor, poor thing. My name is Biggbutt. I know how you feel...
2007-03-15 19:26:01
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answered by Fish 2
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