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Have you ever enjoyed one of your farts?


ClaretMahoney

Have you ever enjoyed one of your farts?  

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  1. 1. Have you ever enjoyed one of your farts?

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Yes, I seem to remember a very edifying tale once told by the previous gentleman. Worth telling again too. But perhaps not on this thread.

Older VTers do you actually fart more now? Can I simply put it down to moving in with my veggie girlfriend? Bit of both?
I suppose I'm a bit of an older VTer but my increase in production is due merely to a gradual increase over the years in the consumption of all types of beans, peas, chick-peas, lentils etc.

When I was living in Portsmouth I was in digs and had a 70-year-old landlady. 6 days a week it was bed and breakfast plus tea and some cakes when I got back from Poly, but on Sundays I sat down to a full Sunday lunch with her and her 80-year-old hubby, and pretended to really like her soggy salty overboiled green cabbage.

One Sunday lunchtime we were all a bit surprised to hear the doorbell and old Mrs George jumped up quickly to see who it was and let rip with a sudden chain of connected contrabass rumbles that reminded me of a passage for the trombones in Rossini's William Tell Overture. Either that or the sound of a goods train drawn by a steam locomotive entering a tunnel. The smell however is something I won't describe so soon after lunch, if you don't mind.

Thinking only to save her embarrassment by making a joke of it I wittily said, "Ha ha, there must be an 'r' in the month" to be met with a stony glare.

I needed to talk this over with someone older, so when I next went up to Brum I asked my mum (she being older than me) and she said, "Oh you lose all control when you get to that age, it happens to everyone." I can hardly wait.

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One Sunday lunchtime we were all a bit surprised to hear the doorbell and old Mrs George jumped up quickly to see who it was and let rip with a sudden chain of connected contrabass rumbles that reminded me of a passage for the trombones in Rossini's William Tell Overture. Either that or the sound of a goods train drawn by a steam locomotive entering a tunnel. The smell however is something I won't describe so soon after lunch, if you don't mind.

Ace

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