Posted on 06/23/2016 8:24:42 AM PDT by hoagy62
The fart heard 'round the world is an underdog story.
It's the tale of a humble fart, unloosed on the world in a moment of innocence in the anonymity of a game between Swedish soccer clubs nobody had ever heard of. Its maker is Adam Lindin Ljungkvist, a left back for Järna SK's reserve team. They were playing Pershagen SK.
He already had a yellow card.
He also had "a bad stomach," per the Guardian. So, as he told Länstidningen Södertälje, which we're going to guess is either a newspaper or a cheap, self-assembled coffee table, "I simply let go." ***** The referee explained himself. "I perceived it as deliberate provocation," Kako said, adding that he'd once given a player a yellow for peeing by the field as well. "He did it on purpose and it was inappropriate. Therefore, he received a yellow card."
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This brings back a wonderful memory of rush week during sophomore year in college. Joe (real name concealed to protect the innocent), the rush chairman, was going over the rusheees and I was sitting in a chair beside him. As with all the rest of us, my diet during the week before had consisted mostly of beer supplemented by whatever junk food was available. Long and short of it, I cut the greatest, quietest fart of my life. It was so utterly toxic and virulent that one could almost see the toxic, hideous cloud silently wafting its way toward poor Joe. When it hit him he let out a strangled scream of pain, dropped his notes, and ran away cursing. It was one of the proudest moments of my life, one I still happily remember 57 years,later.
Lutefisk is Norwegian. Pickled herring is Swedish. Get your Norskis straight!
Well, I have a similar story.
It was my last night at my unit when I was stationed in Germany back in the 80’s. My friends threw a good-bye party for me and I quaffed quite a bit of good German beer.
Early the next morning, I awoke to the most horrid gas pains. So, I got rid of them the best way I knew.
Understand...this was not a quiet, reserved passing of gas...oh, no. It was the LOUDEST ripper ever produced. Did I mention that the room’s walls were concrete? Due to that fact of architecture, it actually reverberated for a second.
The other 4 guys in the room all stirred from their sleep at once. One of them groaned, “Hoagy, you pig! I’m gonna (expletive) kill you!” At that moment, the CQ banged on the door, calling out that it was time for PT. I think that, plus the fact that is was my last day there, saved me. Of course it didn’t help matters any that I spent the next 10 minutes giggling uncontrollably.
Hmmmmmm. Now, pickled lutefisk is claimed by no nation. Wonder why.
Hoot man!
That fairlie reekit o’ splendor’
CC
“Lutefisk is Norwegian.”
That may well be, but my FIL, who is all Swede, lives for Christmas for his dinner of lutefisk.
“They may deny it vehemently”
And boy does he!
I hope he checked his shorts for some “Swedish meatballs”.
The other brothers and I laughed outrageously. Worst of all, I was intensively proud and immediately, shamelessly took credit for my gaseous prodigy.
I once passed one that cleared out an entire outdoor basketball court for five minutes.
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Meanwhile in South America, a referees was beheaded by an angry soccer player.
LOL! I know the type. I grew up in SE North Dakota where a favorite sport is exchanging Swedish and Norwegian jokes. Then there are the Sven and Ole jokes and, worst of all, the Ole and Lena jokes.
So he shot the bunny, huh?
Auuuggghh!
Now I need some Visine to wash out my mind's eye.
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