Posted on 04/01/2014 10:52:40 AM PDT by US Navy Vet
Passing gas: Everybody does it and no one wants to admit it.
This embarrassing habit may seem foul, but breaking wind is simply an unavoidable byproduct of our daily digestion. In fact, the average individual can pass gas anywhere from 13 to 21 times a day.
But your gaseous patterns can actually speak volumes about your health, especially in regards to your eating habits, and they may even serve as an indication of larger digestive health issues.
People who produce excessive amounts of gas and particularly foul smelling gas if youre eating a super high fiber diet, that could be part of it, Dr. Anish Sheth, a gastroenterologist in Princeton, N.J., told FoxNews.com. But if its something thats persistent, and your significant other is noticing it, it could be a problem.
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Now that is a coincidence. I was just looking at the thread on bags of 'fresh' mountain air for China, and had the very SAME thought.
I didn't post it because I couldn't figure out a good reason to hurt the Chinese any further than they are already hurting themselves.
Although... a bag of farts may be better than what they are breathing now.
That could be true!
Applied to the same subject they are.
It is likely vegetarians produce more gas and meat-eaters produce more potent gas.
Exactly. Two different subjects. Potency and Volume.
Thank you. I must have glossed over that.
Again, we have POTENCY VS. VOLUME.
Who will win ?
It's rather than no cats are allowed on any chairs or expecially tables or countertops in our house. Don't worry; they have their own rug-perch houses, beds, scratchposts, fleece pads, baskets, cushions, afghans, window seats, towel-lined shelves, nooks'n'crannies, closet floors, cat doors, shrubbery, mint gardens, drooping trees, carpeted staircases, travel cages, quilts, laundry bins, bathmats, bathtub rims, kitchen mats, fireplaces, radiators, heat lamps, cardboard boxes, shopping bags, buckets, storage room, laundry room, tool room, guest room, hidey holes -- even a hole in the basement ceiling...
Speaking of cats and flatulence, my Maggie is 16 and seems to like to cuddle with her butt near my face at those times of tumultuous digestion
They're a trip, aren't they? I had an old male who, if I didn't get up out of bed to feed him promptly, would sit his butt right down on my face. Incentive.
Unadulterated nonsense. Anyone doing it that often in my home would be tossed out on their ass.
Double dog dare you to carry a notepad around with you tomorrow and start ticking 'em off. You may surprise yourself.
Or a toxic narcissist, often the same thing.
It's not exactly "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon"; but I once met Le Pétomane's great-great-nephew in a workplace. He was a nice married guy, and was mortified when I asked him if he were related (same last name).
I think she is the one trying to get more cruciform vegetables and stuff into the school lunches. Just saying. FLOTUS always reminds me if that word too. I do like the word cruciform though.
Horses fart, men pass gas and women merely smile enigmatically.
Who will win ?
Down at the School for the Deaf, it's the meat-eaters, every time.
Blame it on the dog. :-)
When our daughter was small, the wife was trying to teach her to say “excuse me” when passing gas, and never passed up an opportunity to impart this lesson.
One day during this period, I passed a bit of gas in the living room, making a tiny noise. She looked at me and said “What do you say?” (in the exact tone one would use with a small child). I thought for a moment, then replied “weak effort”. She tried to be angry- but it’s become a family joke to this day :)
“Im in a strange town and having lunch in a strange restaurant.
Im LMAO so hard I think theyre going to throw me out!”
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