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Registered: January 1970
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I'm in a really weird mood tonight or I'd NEVER tell this story and of course YOU NEVER did anything like this but..........
A teacher at our school keeps the heat on in the room and it was 78 degrees outside today. We checked and Yep! heat going........You can't even breathe in there. Well, the lunchroom had beanie weenies for lunch and so we all ate them (gag)  Class started and someone raised their hand and asked her to turn off the heat. Nope! Well, then........slowly but surely, the air in the room got really dense as one fart after another ripped. Most were SBDs but a few were whoaaaaa loud. Finally...finally, she opened a window and demanded to know who was doing that! The girls, of course, were all going,"Ewwwwww" and all the guys were laughing too hard to say anything. She said that everyone participating had to write a paper on being a gentleman. Ask me if I'm writing my paper?!?! >>>>giggle<<< Maybe tomorrow the heat will be off.....well there's always pinto beans and rice.
Aren't you glad I shared?
smith J
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Location: currently So Cal
Registered: May 2002
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For breakfast tomorrow ask you mom to serve up some scrambled eggs with loads of freash chopped garlic, cheese, and country sausage. The heater will simply stop working on its own, guaranteed.
Think good thoughts,
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Plug
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Registered: January 1970
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Reminds me of old Bill Werberniuk the Canadian snooker player who died recently. He weighed at least 20 stone and drank a pint of lager per frame just to keep his hand steady. Once, bending over to take a shot, a huge fart erupted from his massive rump. D, and far from S. It almost asphyxiated the front row of spectators. He leapt up and shouted "Who did that? You trying to put me off my stroke?"
Hi folks! A friend suggested I looked in, so I have.
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For some reason, smith's story reminds me of an incident which (I have it on good authority) actually occurred many years ago in an elevtor at a first-class hotel in New York.
A high-society couple were riding the elevator up to their room. The elevator stopped many floors below their destination; and when the doors opened, a hobo stepped in. After the doors closed and the elevator started again, the hobo let loose a whopper of a loud and aromatic one. Indignant, the gentleman said to the hobo, "How dare you do that before my wife?!" "Oh, I beg your pardon," the hobo replied, bowing deeply. "I didn't realize it was her turn."
We do not remember days...we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese
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trevor
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Registered: November 2002
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Location: Netherlands
Registered: April 2002
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drop some fart bombs in class but the teacher left and locked the door so that kinda stopped the fun LOL.
Besides a nice paper on the necessity of lettin' a few fly when you suffer from a case of Flatulence might be a challange 
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