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MiddleFingerMom

(25,163 posts) Thu Oct 24, 2013, 02:16 PM Oct 2013

What you look like when someone next to you farts on a crowded bus:

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What you look like when someone next to you farts on a crowded bus: (Original Post) MiddleFingerMom Oct 2013 OP

Oh, that's why people look at me like that... Wounded Bear Oct 2013 #1

I once walked into a woman's fart bomb. Baitball Blogger Oct 2013 #2

Once, I was headed up to work on an elevator that usually had little to no traffic... MiddleFingerMom Oct 2013 #3

Think of how many poor souls learn the same lesson from Baitball Blogger Oct 2013 #4

I prefer peeing the pool... especially when I get confused and can't find the bathroom. MiddleFingerMom Oct 2013 #6

I like this pool sign Kaleva Oct 2013 #7

So few women post in these kind of threads. Kaleva Oct 2013 #5

And you KNOW there's some impressive fartresses out there. MiddleFingerMom Oct 2013 #8

Apparently there's a glass ceiling here that prevents them from posting Kaleva Oct 2013 #9

(ahem) Gas sealing? MiddleFingerMom Oct 2013 #10

Wounded Bear

(58,670 posts)

1. Oh, that's why people look at me like that...

Reply to MiddleFingerMom (Original post)

Thu Oct 24, 2013, 03:17 PM

Oct 2013

I guess I'll have to work on my diet.

Baitball Blogger

(46,737 posts)

2. I once walked into a woman's fart bomb.

Reply to MiddleFingerMom (Original post)

Thu Oct 24, 2013, 03:28 PM

Oct 2013

Oh, the inhumanity.

MiddleFingerMom

(25,163 posts)

3. Once, I was headed up to work on an elevator that usually had little to no traffic...

Reply to Baitball Blogger (Reply #2)

Thu Oct 24, 2013, 03:46 PM

Oct 2013

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... and I let loose with a TREMENDOUS... HORRENDOUS beer-and-hardboiled-egg fart. I smiled,
extremely proud of myself until the elevator door opened at the next floor and a group of 5 or
6 workers got on talking excitedly.
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An almost immediate awkward silence filled the elevator and my mood went from proud to
mortified. I mean, there wasn't even one other person on with me so that they would at least
wonder about the source.
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They got off 3 floors later and I heard the EXPLOSION of hilarity and disgust at my expense
as soon as the doors closed behind them.
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I have NEVER farted on an elevator while alone since.
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Besides... gas like that is MUCH more fun to let loose with on a CROWDED elevator.
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