Now that I'm getting somewhat older, I think that my gas smells just
like my dear old Granny's and Gramps' gas. SIGH.
But the trouble with this pretentious Rec Collecting Coins forum is
that so many of the swishy dubious pauvre swindler phfoney baloney
people here think that THEIR SHIT DOESN'T SMELL!!!
I know mine sure does!!!
And when it doesn't, I drink three or four quarts (actually 40 oz
bottles) of Busch Beer and eat a couple of extra large Hershey
bars!!! GAS AND REGULARITY, BOTH GUARANTEED!!!
oly
Wow, that really is honest of you. In fact, I don't think I could ever
be that honest. You have my unbound admiration.
Perhaps you might take up scatology proessionally. If, perhaps, you
dislike scatological odors of other persons or creatures than yourself,
you could specialize in a very narrow subject. Indeed, you could perform
yeoman duty in the field of odor self-sampling, preservation and
recovery. Some recommendations that come to mind are mason jars (old
fashion may still be effective), freeze drying (although I wouldn't know
how even if I wanted to), rubber tubing with a vacuum pump and air tank
(or more specifically, a "gas tank").
Given time, I could probably think of a few more recommendations of what
you can do with your farts. But you are a true hero. We need more people
like you to push the envelope of "normal". It's guys like you against
which the "normals" gauge themselves. Keep up the good work.
But no, I don?t.
Ripley
When I am desirous of producing flatulence, I amble on over to our local saloon,
eat a couple of hard boiled eggs and wash them down with a couple of draught
beers (Pabst, BTW).
The result is almost immediate and absolutely deadly.
So, should we report this post to the abuse police?
reported to ab...@whoopiecushion.arrgh
Reported to ab...@netkopping.weenies ;-)
Somebody wait five minutes until I leave, then light a match.
Jerry
"Somebody call my brother; he ain't never seen s*** like this!"
Actually, lighting a cardboard "matchbook" match for a minute or so,
and then putting it out in a way that produces much smoke is an
excellent way to "cut" the smell of an existing fart.
A wood match may do the same thing, but they don't tend to produce
quite as much smoke as a cardboard match.
You try to tell young people important information like this nowadays,
and will they listen??? Typically, the little turdroppers just don't
give a damn.
Bavarian-ally yours!!!
oly
Somebody wait five minutes until I leave, then light a match.
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Back in my early teen years, when farting and fart jokes seemed particularly
hilarious, we'd go to the Saturday afternoon movie matinee and sit at the front
row of the balcony.
When any of us felt a good fart was in the offing, he'd put his feet up on the
balcony rail, strike a match and LIGHT THAT FART!
Mostly we'd get little blue-flamed burst that provided little illumination in
the darkened theater but occasionally one would flair up magnificently, drawing
hushed murmurs of appreciation from the crowd and howls of laughter from us.
Needless to say, this didn't endear us with the management of the theatre, who
would send up a pimply-faced usher to chastise us and whom we promptly ignored.
Ah, the good old days...
Nowadays I can't even get my nephews to pull my finger :(
Actually, lighting a cardboard "matchbook" match for a minute or so,
and then putting it out in a way that produces much smoke is an
excellent way to "cut" the smell of an existing fart.
A wood match may do the same thing, but they don't tend to produce
quite as much smoke as a cardboard match.
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It's my understanding that it's not the smoke per se but the phosphorus odor
that masks the boofer smell. Safety matches apparently don't produce as
much phosphorus odor as the old type that bad guys would light with their
thumb nail. We visited a friend of my father half a century ago who had a
huge bulldog that often passed silent gas as he slept on the rug. The man
would reach for a wooden match, light it, and wave it around a bit. He
eventually explained to us what had happened and why he lit the match. He
then recounted a story of another first time visitor who thought there must
be some religious significance to this match action so he too took a match
from his pocket, struck it, and waved it about in what he thought would be
in respect for his host's beliefs. Unexpected human wind is usually worth a
chuckle in itself, especially if it occurs in a group, but I hadn't laughed
so hard in a long time when I heard that one story.
It's always polite if one can share in your host's beliefs. Happily,
there also seems to be very little exisitng dogma against safety
matches.
Good story.
oly