All I can say is that it must've been one hellacious fart. Either that, or the ref has some serious bathroom issues.
Keep your yellow cards ready for the elevator.
Should have been called the Brown Card or Buckshot Card.
Did he fart in the referee’s general direction? :=)
Yellow card for peeing? OK. Too bad the ref didn’t have a brown card for the infartction... [That’s a hard one to pronounce for such a little fake word!]
Wow! What did the crowd get?
Wow.. I thought some of our NFL officials were a little pissy...
writer deserves a Red Card for unwarranted IKEA bashing
It’s all that rotten lutefisk!
He should get the red card. He is contributing to global warming.
Ode Tae a Fart
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in your belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
Will have ye blawin all ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’body’s gonnae hiv tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try and stop the leakin air
Shifty yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Prae tae God it doesnae reek
But aw yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
Michty me a sonic boom
God almighty it fairly reeks
Hope I huvnae shit my breeks
Tae the bog I better scurry
Aw whit the hell it’s no ma worry
A’body roon aboot me chokin
Wan or two are nearly bokin
I’ll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile
Wiz him! I shout with accusin glower
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
A dinnae feel welcome any mair
Where e’ere ye go let yer wind gan’ free
Sounds like just the job fur me
Whit a fuss at rabbie’s party
Ower the sake o one wee farty
Ode Tae a Fart
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in your belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
Will have ye blawin all ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’body’s gonnae hiv tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try and stop the leakin air
Shifty yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Prae tae God it doesnae reek
But aw yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
Michty me a sonic boom
God almighty it fairly reeks
Hope I huvnae shit my breeks
Tae the bog I better scurry
Aw whit the hell it’s no ma worry
A’body roon aboot me chokin
Wan or two are nearly bokin
I’ll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile
Wiz him! I shout with accusin glower
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
A dinnae feel welcome any mair
Where e’ere ye go let yer wind gan’ free
Sounds like just the job fur me
Whit a fuss at rabbie’s party
Ower the sake o one wee farty
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.
I hope he checked his shorts for some “Swedish meatballs”.
I once passed one that cleared out an entire outdoor basketball court for five minutes.
Meanwhile in South America, a referees was beheaded by an angry soccer player.
