During my high school years I worked at a newspaper’s press that was running full speed dumping newspapers onto a conveyor belt. There were 6 of us inserting preprinted mags and comics in the newspapers. This had to be done quickly as the presses did not stop for anything. The room was about 50’ x 20’. The guy at the head of the room was quite fond of beans and beer and was usually carrying a load when we started work at midnight. He was well known for his flatulence, but one night he cut one so toxic that it filled the room and forced the rest of us to evacuate in the middle of a press run while stacks of newspapers littered the floor. It was so bad that everyone ran to find breathable air. This was not an elevator, mind you, but a 50’ x 20’ room.
Should be the start of a limerick...
Beer and Menudo, a much more dangerous combination than I could have ever imagined.
And not moments ago I was searching for a source of fart blocks. Or fart rocks.
Don’t forget Chaucer.
The Daily Beast. Isn’t that the extreme far left wacko rag where they snort a pound of coke and mainline a gallon of heroin in the morning just to start their shift?
Yeah; gonna get a lot of clear thinking journalism from them alright.
We all have heard the phrase "to be hoist by one's own petard." A petard was a small bomb, so it's just blowing yourself up with your own weaponry. But the word "petard" comes from the French and means to flatulate. Gives a much more graphic image to the phrase.
Another favorite is a very short poem by Frost called the Span of Life:
"The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
"I can remember when he was a pup."
Thus endeth the trivia session.
The older print version of the Medical Merck Manual has one editor having at it about the passing of gas.
He attempts to name all the kinds of farts from the “elevator-clearing” ones on toe the more sneaky ones.
Funny for a student to find in the middle of the dry dull work of studies.
It's a special kind of talent to be able fart on command....
Police in Kansas were forced to stop an interrogation in September because the suspect wouldnt stop farting. Sean Sykes Jnr was taken in for questioning over gun and drug charges but cops had to end the interview early due to his flatulence. Local newspaper the Kansas City Star reported that Sykes leaned to one side of his chair and released a loud fart when asked his address. Detectives wrote: Mr. Sykes continued to be flatulent and I ended the interview.......
My daughter called farts “beeps”, as in “I beeped again, Dad”. Cute and easily disguised in normal conversation.
Ummm - hello - George Carlin? Duh
My Mother-in-law could make some of the best chili with beans! But the next day the pain would double you over, and the pressure so great the gas was coming out! Anyone within 100 feet got a dose of gas which would gag a maggot.
It would have worked wonders in the trenches of WW I.
Never ate her chili again. But it WAS good.
I see your voice has changed, but your breath is still the same...