tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post6184413178663966126..comments2023-11-03T08:03:15.599-05:00Comments on Killer Fiction: The Fart GameKathy Bacushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07549844839816876766noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-22664915865557178172013-11-17T18:15:20.905-06:002013-11-17T18:15:20.905-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Eziohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03374806533715148563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-6091284150255053472013-11-17T18:13:59.043-06:002013-11-17T18:13:59.043-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Eziohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03374806533715148563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-77602466804984580952010-05-12T06:32:26.943-05:002010-05-12T06:32:26.943-05:00I'll add my story here, too. I have a micro-m...I'll add my story here, too. I have a micro-mini chihuahua named Mouse, you can see her on my website (http://www.maggierivers.com). She's a cutie but boy can she let them. For such a small dog (she fits inside a coffee cup), she lets some whoppers. It's comical watching her. When she lets one, she turns around in circles trying to catch her behind as if she's trying to see where that obnoxious odor came from. Finally, she lays back down and moments later, when she does it again, she's up chasing her behind again. <br /><br />The look on her little face is priceless. It's one of those "What just happened here?" looks. She even wrinkles up her little nose at the smell. Keeps me ROFL!Maggie Rivershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01951323120417077325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-55623822907476574772010-05-11T06:01:36.040-05:002010-05-11T06:01:36.040-05:00My dad used to always blame the dog, but I love it...My dad used to always blame the dog, but I love it that the dog blamed you. Our dog was the same way, if he did it he left the room, if he didn't he'd lay there and stare at you. <br /><br />My dog nowadays sometimes scares himself when he farts, and runs around the room checking behind him. It's funny to see, especially when a few minutes later he gets all comfy and does it again.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16325819500192262854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-75650496456249897542010-05-10T20:35:04.198-05:002010-05-10T20:35:04.198-05:00ROFLOL! refhater - your brother is never going to ...ROFLOL! refhater - your brother is never going to let you live that one down. Thank God smartphones weren't around then!Jana DeLeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11351774231244304409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-55342605847072060682010-05-10T20:33:46.623-05:002010-05-10T20:33:46.623-05:00Tori - Not a single one???? I'll send my dog ...Tori - Not a single one???? I'll send my dog to visit!Jana DeLeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11351774231244304409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-44618862803698842662010-05-10T15:02:08.724-05:002010-05-10T15:02:08.724-05:00Only due the fact that we're all friends and I...Only due the fact that we're all friends and I'm mostly anonymous here, I'll share my fart story. Let me preface the story with this detail: I have Celiac Disease that often times causes me to have gastrointestinal "issues." <br /><br />After a long fun filled day of camping, my family and I bedded down for the evening. I waited until I thought everyone was asleep and let a particular noxious fart rip. After a few minutes, I whispered an "excuse me" just on the off chance that someone was still awake.<br /><br />My brother who was accross the room died laughing and teased me about the fart and the delayed excuse me. Soon we were laughing so loud that we woke up my parents. My mother came out to see what was going on. My brother and I both lost it when she walked into the room that we were in and uttered "What died out here?" and "Someone open a Window!" <br /><br />I don't think I'll ever live that night down. I'm pretty sure the story will be told at my funeral.Refhaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09064218599795539844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-5393325190351565652010-05-10T14:21:15.952-05:002010-05-10T14:21:15.952-05:00LOL, Jana and Terri! I can't think of any funn...LOL, Jana and Terri! I can't think of any funny fart stories.Tori Lennoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07466979613205850564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-68961740176925149512010-05-10T13:46:19.258-05:002010-05-10T13:46:19.258-05:00ROFLOL Terri! Nothing is better than a church-faux...ROFLOL Terri! Nothing is better than a church-faux-pas fart story. Why is everything funnier in church?Jana DeLeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11351774231244304409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-40216155520920712182010-05-10T12:50:05.656-05:002010-05-10T12:50:05.656-05:00My dad used to blame the elephant under his chair....My dad used to blame the elephant under his chair. So when my little brother, then maybe three, cut one in church, he yelled, "ELPHANT!"<br /><br />It was either Easter or Christmas mass which meant a packed house. My mom and I were very happy that we had to sit in a totally different section from my dad, sister and little bro. :)Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.com