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Discussion in 'Off Topic [BG]' started by disenchant, Aug 20, 2007.
Let's see if this myth is busted!
I have two very pretty daughters - I KNOW the trooooooth!!
You tell us.
Like pabst drinkin' sailors.
That was a classic!!
I have been priviledged to two beautiful women belching fiercely and with vengeance after chugging beer at a mexican restaurant. It was HAWT.
No. Pretty girls poot talcum powder. If my nose tells me different, it must have been me, and I just didn't notice.
So, this conclusively proves that not only do they fart like troopers, but they also lie like cheap rugs (i.e. badly).
Why, did you fart?
well the do, but it smells like lavender
and for the record they don't poop, they just make pink soap.
I'm comfortable in my delusion
As a Pretty Girl, do you really need to ask that question?
Of course we fart!
The very first time we took our little girl to church, she was just a baby. A beautiful, pink baby girl. (She's still very pretty.) The hymn's had been sung, the offering collected, and it was time for the sermon. The church was quiet...the pastor took the pulpit...
And my sweet, beautiful baby girl let a fart that would make a truck-driver blush!!! Big, loud, long raspberry of a fart. Everyone in church looked at us.
Her nickname, ever since, has been Amy Boombotz. She lives up to the name. I really need to get her to learn to stifle, before she starts dating
"Honey, we need to have a talk... a big one..."
"It's okay mom, I already know about sex."
"No, I mean you fart like a truck driver. You need to work on that."
LOL...yeah, we've already begun negotiations.
Now, if her father wouldn't laugh every time she does it and encourage her, we *might* be able to get her a prom date in about eight years!
I don't fart, but I sure do step on a lot of stinky bullfrogs
my ex wife farted .. all the time.
You sure they're not barking spiders?
No, no...those are ducks you're stepping on!
When someone in the house lets one, my husband says..."What happened? Didya step on a duck?"
The first time I met my wife's family was on Thanksgiving day. The whole family was gathering in the dining room. My now brother in law walked up behind my wife who was already seated at the table and pretty much farted right on the back of her head. She turned around, called him an f'ing PIG and tried to poke him with her fork Everyone had a good laugh. After that, I really didn't worry about having to be on my best behaviour. She grew up with two older brothers that still like to pick on her
One of our Parrots is starting to say that. She mimicks fart noises as well as the Aflac duck