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Originally Posted by The Great Fumar
once upon a time , a guy asked a girl
"will you marry me?" the girl said,
"no!" and the guy lived happily ever after
and went fishing, hunting, and played golf
a lot and drank beer and
farted whenever he wanted......
The end
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Ladies,
Would anyone like to go with me to apply for a government grant to study why the male of the species is so amused by farts?
Baby boys laugh at farts. Big boys laugh at farts. I believe that all males are completely taken with the thought and practice of farting.
One of my friend's husband packed a special fart-producing diet to take along on one of those male-bonding trips, like fishing or whatever. He laughed maniacally while loading up his suitcase with cans of baked beans, bean soup, refried beans, and any other kind he could find. I think he planned to win some kind of contest that we do not even want to think about.
Another friend's husband had an old vinyl record that was a farting contest. He and Mr. Boomer used to find it quite hilarious. There were all different types of farts, recorded for posterity. The vinyl has probably migrated to iPod by now for the amusement of an entire new generation of males.
I once heard a quite dignified matronly lady complaining because her husband would take great delight in farting in bed and then pulling the covers up over her head. The thing is -- in public her husband appeared to be as dignified as she was. I could never quite look at them in the same way after I heard about that.
I think Chaucer wrote one of the "Canterbury Tales" about somebody farting out the window. That was supposed to be great literature.
And have you ever known of a woman who would actually buy a Whoopee Cushion?
And now, The Great Fumar brings us this little fairy tale about farts.
I could go on and on about this mystery. I could probably think of a bunch more examples. But maybe I had better shut up. I am starting to sound a little nuts. I have just written a whole page about farts.
But I do think this issue may deserve some government funding for a study.
Could it be that the mystery of this fascination and admiration for farts is somehow attached to the Y chromosome?
The admins may have to pull my post. Maybe we are not allowed to write about farts.
But wait! The admins are all males. They are probably not even reading this stuff. They will never even see my post, much less pull it. I'll bet they are too busy sitting around, telling each other, "Hey, pull my finger."
Boomer