Posted on 04/20/2019 10:12:46 AM PDT by EveningStar
The Philadelphia 76ers just learned that a high-pressure situation like the NBA Playoffs can cause the body to do weird things, like dropping stink bombs on the bench.
Midway through the fourth quarter of Thursday night's game between the 76ers and the Brooklyn Nets, TNT's camera cut to the bench for a glimpse of Philadelphia star Joel Embiid, who was out with a knee injury. But instead of finding Embiid and teammates deep in thought, the camera found a group of players reeling from what was probably one hell of a bad fart.
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I’m as susceptible as anybody to laugh about such things in day to day life, but highly paid professional athletes on national television? We’re going to hell in a trash truck.
You don’t think this also happened to the 27 Yankees or the 67 Packers? Of course it happened. The difference now is there are cameras everywhere. You can’t get away with anything
“Who cut the cheese” another 70’s saying
https://www.news.com.au/technology/science/human-body/holding-in-a-fart-means-you-might-breathe-it-out-your-mouth/news-story/f6c1a735233946a1303e59724711f9a0 (Maybe too much information ;)
I once caused commerce in an entire section of wheat pit to stop trading as guys stumbled over themselves to get out... or at least to the other side...., back when commodities actually traded in the pits.
You pay hundreds of dollars for a courtside seat, and you get blasted.
When it comes to things like passing gas, grown men will always revert to their 12-year-old selfs. It is an unwritten law of nature.
SBD = Silent, But Deadly.
This reminds me of the greatest, most toxic, vile, rancid fart I cut in my whole life, one, HORROR OF HORRORS, for which I have always taken FULL CREDIT. It happened at my old fraternity during rush week of 1962 (that’s right, 1962; I’m an old fart.) For the preceding week most of us had persisted on a diet, the primary element of which was beer.
On the Vital Occasion our rush chairman was standing behind a piano in the living room going over the various rushees and I was sitting in an easy chair next to him. Suddenly and silently, I cut the Great Fart. Had it been visible, it would have been the vilest greenish yellow brown cloud imaginable. Unfortunately for our poor rush chairman it was totally invisible, but as smellable as it was invisible. It hit him totally by surprise, he choked, let out a scream of total pain, and followed it up with a massive string of profanities. All the other brothers howled in glee and, between peals of laughter, I proudly took credit.
No one can hold a candle to my male Doberman. He has a bowel problem I cured with fish oil and probiotics but without that treatment he can strip paint and I ain’t kidding.
Thanks for the Saturday morning belly laugh!!!!
Yep! (Snicker, snicker)
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Not only that, it's a fundamental element of the male personality, regardless of race, creed or nationality. Alexander Dolgun, in An American in the Gulag tells a story of a fart burning experiment in a Soviet transit prison that was just like a similar experiment I saw while in Explorer Scouts.
My dear late wife could attest to this. :)
If I had the faintest shred of decency, I’d at least not brag about the Great Fart.
Is a thread like this really worthy of FR? Just reading the title is a turn-off.
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