It happened in my home town in Church
On a sunday mornin
It was so loud and stunk so bad,we got outta church a half hour early
I was 17 and watchin the older folk suppress laughter
Was classic
It happened in my Uncle’s airplane. I was in the backseat with my cousins ... no window to roll down. I started dry heaving.
I think it was my Aunt.
When my sister was in college she got a book titled, “Who Farted?” It’s just photos, and it’s hilarious.
The one I loved was a photo of a bunch of Marines in dress uniform for some kind of speech or somethinq.They’re all cramped toqether like in bleachers. Most of them are half asleep, but there’s one quy in the middle of them with a little smirk on his face.
I used to practically roll on the floor with laughter at that photo, combined with the title of the book.
Were you the evil culprit? You sound too proud not to have been.
I, too, was the Evil Culprit once. It was during fraternity rush in my sophomore year in college, 1962. Our Rush Chairman, “Joe” to hide his real name, was standing behind the piano in the living room going over the rushees to see which ones we wanted. I was sitting in an easy chair about 6 feet from him. The primary staple we had consumed during the preceding week was beer, lots of beer, indeed beer to the point where all I wanted to drink was something cold, soft, and non-alcoholic. Anyway, I felt one coming and knew it was a large one, how large and righteous I did not know. When I released it there must have been at least a liter, dead silent, and the largest of my life until then. If you could have seen, it was so virulent and toxic that there could have been an utterly disgusting, bilious yellow green haze, like a particularly horrible WWI war gas. The silent, toxic cloud wafted over to Brother Joe who let out a choked scream when it hit and ran in desperation. It was the proudest, finest fart of my life.
LOL! A friend of mine used to call that "leaving a bunny in church"...