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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Wolfgang Date: 04 May 05 - 07:45 AM Liz, yes. I wanted to post how many posts at that spot. Wolfgang |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: John Hardly Date: 03 May 05 - 06:50 PM Well, he just knew he was losing her. You know.....when you've dated just long enough for only one of you to lose interest. You get desperate... ...and, well, you know life. Here's my friend's story (we'll call him "Dave"): Dave wasn't exactly the picture of macho virility......his strengths were in the "sensitivity" department. But more than once on the college choir summer tour he'd noticed her gaze darting toward the ONE guy on the tour who had "jock" leanings. Dave didn't waste a lot of introspective musings wondering "What does she see in him?" It was time Dave showed her what a man he really was. But why did he choose then?? And couldn't he have found a manhood test that wasn't quite so likely to.....er.....backfire? Like pissing his name in the snow fer instance.....OK.....maybe not that one, and not the coal walking thing.... ...but his manhood test? "Here, punch me as hard as you want to in the gut........test my abs of steel!" Here's where fate steps in to keep the nerdy among us culled from the gene pool. Seems that the instant Dave chose to demonstrate his manhood, was the very instant that the ushers threw open the double doors to the sanctuary, into which the choir, including Dave, was to file in in an orderly manner. Trouble was, of the 50 or so people who were in the choir, the only person not distracted by the doors being flung open was the 19 year old girl who was just given carte blanche to "...Here, punch me as hard as you want in the gut...", an invitation that was accepted with great relish. Problem. Dave's abs were no longer flexed as he was now intent on the grand entrance into the sanctuary.....I believe the processional was "Onward Christian Soldiers", a regal march. Result. Seems there are two factors that determine the decibel level of flatulence; tightness of...er....well anyway, the other factor is the force with which the gas is expelled. All 50+ of those young singers were acutely aware that a new decibel level record had just been set (provided such records are, indeed, kept). As gamely as they may have tried, the "Onward Christian Soldiers" were suddenly "AWOL", dissolving into puddles of laughter. My friend, to his credit, told me this story on himself... I pulled the car I was driving off the road.... |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Liz the Squeak Date: 03 May 05 - 06:09 PM You only did that so you could get post 100!! LTS |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Wolfgang Date: 03 May 05 - 03:57 PM Interesting how many posts to such a stupid theme. Wolfgang |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Wolfgang Date: 03 May 05 - 03:55 PM And one for the fire fighters Wolfgang |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Wolfgang Date: 03 May 05 - 03:53 PM After this orgy of bad (according to my taste) humour a cartoon that I like: Talking to fishes Wolfgang |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Wolfgang Date: 03 May 05 - 03:49 PM Fart on fire (fake) Cartoon about setting a fart on fire for a sinister purpose Dangers of farting during anal sex (Cartoon in extremely bad taste) (German text: "I've warned you that I have to fart") Wolfgang |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Peace Date: 03 May 05 - 02:57 PM I have been searching for a picture of a fart on fire. No luck. Would one of y'all please find one and post it to the other thread? It would make me feel all warm and fuzzy. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Liz the Squeak Date: 03 May 05 - 02:52 PM Well that's just a flaming cheek! LTS |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 03 May 05 - 02:49 PM For those of you exploring the realm of gas on the other thread, I refreshed this old gem dealing with a few specific aspects of the big picture of farting. Spaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Nigel Parsons Date: 05 Oct 03 - 12:06 PM Can't remember the "Whole" thing, "butt" -- "Where'er you be let your wind blow free, In church or chapel, let it rattle" I'm sure someone will remember the rest Nigel |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: wysiwyg Date: 05 Oct 03 - 09:24 AM Best to find out early, what sort of person you're dealing with! :~) ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: GUEST,Mickey Date: 05 Oct 03 - 09:04 AM There are ONLY 3 threads on farting--can't we make it 4? She came & went. It was all too much for her sensabilities. She's a proper English lady. She had Jeeves pull the plug on her puter - till the air clears anyway. The ignominy of it all. She has withdrawn her invitation to tea. That's okay-I'd rather stay here. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: wysiwyg Date: 05 Oct 03 - 01:07 AM ... or just use the Boob threads to desensitize her so she can handle the farty ones... ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: wysiwyg Date: 05 Oct 03 - 01:07 AM Mickey, I'm afraid you'll have to demote your friend back to senior- forum level. :~) .... until you can find a sort-of-fun one for her to use as training wheels in preparation for her triumphal return to Mudcat. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 05 Oct 03 - 12:43 AM Hmmmm... my previous comment "Perhaps this helps you understand some aspects of Aussie culture a little better..." On reflection, what I really meant, is when you consider things like Gallopilli, "The Rats of Tobruk", and other historical events, (I can't say if this applies to recent immigrants) there is something in the Australian makeup that is not too readily shocked, or impressed, or responds too readily to brainwashing from people other than possibly Aussie Politicians... And when you tie this in with the natural Larrikan aspect of the Aussie Culture.... So Americans who think that Aussies tend to be cynical, especially about Americans, are perhaps close to the truth - natural cynics we often are... Robin |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 05 Oct 03 - 12:22 AM There's a popular group of Japanese "street entertainers" called the Tokyo Shock Boys. I seem to remember that they even had a video clip, but I can't remember the details (this statement makes this a music thread!). From the theme of this thread, you should easily guess what their star trick is! No, I don't know their diet! The best part though is that some bright promoter - no doubt funded by some Government Cultural Grant! brought them out to Australia, I think it was around or after the time of Expo 88 - I remember they visited Brisbane, I saw them in Queen Street Mall I think, although I am not certain they actually performed at EXPO... One of the main reasons to bring them to Australia was to capitalise on their "entertainment via shocking behavour" value, their star trick was one of many "shocking public beaviour" things they did. The poor guys were somewhat confused by Australians. Their performances usually did not create the sort of shocked response they were used to. And their star trick generally just produced the "so what" sort of response, some times even followed by genuine audience offers to show them how to really do it.... And no, I'm NOT making this up.... :-) Perhaps this helps you understand some aspects of Aussie culture a little better... Robin |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 04 Oct 03 - 11:37 PM Tell ya' what Mick my dear......Tell her that it's inspirational! If you read the first post up there you'll see that Uncle Jimmy was the real life model for Paw, of "Paw, Cletus, Buford, and the Reg Boys" as you can see in the following story of how I first met Cletus, Paw, and Buford..................... Every year as Christmas approaches I can't help but remember the first time I met Cletus, Paw, and Buford...... I had noticed an area on Rt. 664 just outside of our little village being carefully prepared and roped off as I drove by and every now and then there were these three guys working there, building a little shed and driving stakes into the ground about 6 feet apart. It finally dawned on me that they were getting ready to sell Christmas trees. Now I have always gotten ours from the same place for years, but the prices were getting pretty steep so I kept an eye out for new sources. The day they put up the lights, I stopped to see when they'd be bringing the trees in. As I got out of the van I couldn't help but notice that these three, from all appearances, were a bit "down on their luck" and it made me want to help them out a bit. Cletus came up to me and introduced himself and I asked about the trees. He was glad to tell me all about them in that way which I've since learned to interpret. At that time however all I could seem to understand was that they were "working on them." These many years later, that kind of phrase would set off alarms, but I didn't know Cletus then so I thought it was just an odd hilljack way of phrasing things. Paw came over and I liked the old guy a lot right away. He said he'd seen me before and I remembered something about the sewage plant and the day it exploded. I couldn't place what it was that this guy had to do with it but the correlation seemed quite vivid. I shook his hand and he farted in return. I had never met anyone who was quite so casual with flatulence. Paw used it almost as punctuation......."How ya' doin'?" (rriippp) "Purty day ain't she?" (bbraawwmmpp)..........Let's say it took some getting used to and made it easy to understand why this old coot could probably not find gainful employment. But for all that, he was a friendly cuss who told me they called him Paw because he was from Paw-Paw, West Virginia. He pointed out the other fellow named Buford who was involved in extricating himself from a string of Christmas lights that seemed to have attacked him. Even from a distance, the unmistakable smell of Iron City brew was pretty strong. I figured he spilled about the same amount on himself as he drank and I later found this to be not only true, but the amounts involved were prodigious. All in all, I couldn't help but like them even if they were, well, let's just call them odd and drop it right there. They told me the trees would be in and they'd be open for business on Friday at 6 PM. I left shaking my head at the idea of bringing Karen and the kids to "pick out the tree" as was so traditional with our family. What the hell? We could at least check them out. On Friday afternoon Karen and I were going into Lancaster and as we passed by I pointed out the place, not that it was really necessary to point. I'd never seen anything quite so garish in my life but it was one of those gray Ohio days, very cold and occasionally spitting snow so perhaps it was the contrast......perhaps not. Karen was making comments about the place, but as we drove past we could both see the trees that were now in place quite well. Surprisingly enough, they looked magnificent! All were very full and perfectly shaped and a greener bunch of Christmas trees I'd never seen. Even at 65 mph, Karen saw one on the far end of the first row that she said was absolutely "the one!" Since she and our kids were going to spend the night with Connie and go shopping on Saturday, I promised her I'd stop back and get the tree and forget the tradition for one year. So on my return trip I looked at my watch and saw that I'd arrive about the time Cletus told me they would open and sure enough, I was the first one there. Cletus, Paw, and Buford, greeted me as a long lost friend. They were really in the Christmas Spirit and offered me some of their "spirits." Friends, there is 'Shine and then there is 'Shine and whatever it was they had in the Mason jars was not. I found out later that this was a homebrew of their own and made not from corn, but soybeans instead, and distilled through an old radiator off a Mack. Luckily I only tasted it, but that single gulp went down like a 4-stage rocket, taking my breath away, and immediately starting to bore a hole in my stomach. After the coughing subsided I gave them the common courtesy line you use upon tasting any 'Shine..........."Smooth!" They were all adorned themselves with some of the seediest Santa hats I had ever seen and were ready for business. They said I was the first customer and I nodded appreciatively while glancing about at the trees. Even up at a closer viewing they seemed almost perfectly formed and beautifully green and I thought the light snow must be the reason they glistened so under the glaring bulbs. It was dark now and the temperature had dropped to about 25 with a nasty northwesterly blowing in a chill from Alberta. My eyes were no longer crossed from the 'Shine and I slowly became aware that something was odd about the trees. They weren't moving at all. Not a branch, not a needle, absolutely nothing was moving although the breeze was pretty stiff. Paw commented on the weather and let fly an air biscuit as I walked over to the tree Karen had seen earlier. I reached out to touch it and it was positively stiff! I felt several branches and the whole thing down to the smallest needle was like glass. I put a little extra pressure on a needle and it shattered in my gloved hand. What the hell was this anyway? Cletus came up and asked how I liked them as Paw and Buford tossed wood in a barrel to start a warming fire. I said I thought these were real trees, but they seemed to be artificial. Cletus protested they were real.......and recycled. Once in awhile you hear sommething that is so completely ridiculous that it takes some time before you can absorb the fact that the speaker is completely serious. Recycled Christmas trees. My mind was slowly opening to the sound of Cletus' voice proudly telling the tale of how they collected them last year and then formed them up, glued in branches with rubber cement, gave them several coats of shellac, painted them with spray cans of "Yew Be Green" epoxy, and topped the job off with several coats of lacquer. I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. Cletus noticed I was a bit pale and pulled me by the arm over to the shed where Paw and Buford had finished filling the barrel and were dumping gasoline onto the contents. Cletus said that I should have another drink and then Paw asked if I was cold. I nodded vacantly, my mind still unable to absorb the insanity which surrounded me. Then I heard Cletus say, "Hey Paw, show him how we light a fire." With that, Paw bent over pointing his butt at the barrel, Buford held a Zippo to his ass, and Paw ripped a monster of a fart, something akin to a Cherry Bomb in it's magnitude. An enormous flame shot out of his ass and ignited the barrel which flared high in the air. But it was a truly huge blaster and the flames not only ignited the barrel, but the nearest recycled Christmas trees. Coated as they were with such a combustible mixture, they didn't catch fire, they friggin' exploded! Bits of flaming plastic-like shards went flying away on the wind to explode the next tree, and the next, and the next. Within 30 seconds the remnants of every tree was flaming brightly and in less than a minute the flames were gone and 50 smoldering sticks were all that remained. None of us had moved and Paw was still bent over and looking over his shoulder at the charred remains of their business. The next day when I picked Karen up, we stopped at our usual place and picked out a lovely Frazier Fir. I had told her the story and that I figured that here was a case where a single fart may not have saved the world, but at least did save 50 home fires. We stopped at their place and the boys were cleaning up the mess and told us it probably meant a Christmas that would be a little bleak for them. Karen is a kind soul and right then and there invited them to our place for Christmas Day. She said they should come early and maybe Santa will have left something for them and that they would be welcome for Christmas dinner too. As we drove home I tried to explain that this probably wasn't a great idea but Karen felt pretty bad for them and they had cheerfully accepted her invitation. On Christmas morning they arrived at 6 AM and the day went downhill from there. But that's another story. So friends, no matter how bad it is and how you feel, there is always a friend out there for you. Even if you're obnoxious, nasty, and haven't bathed in a month, there is always the chance that if you can light a good fart, miracles will occur. Spaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: GUEST,Mickey191 Date: 04 Oct 03 - 10:45 PM I'm embarrassed to hell--not 10 minutes ago I invited a very refined, erudite lady to join the gang at mudcat. I assured her it was a meeting place for intelligent, cultured people. How will I explain the resurection of this asinine thread? What excuse can I give? I'm mortified. I'm sure the dear woman has no knowledge of pharts. Lordy, lordy, what shall I do? I need advice. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 04 Oct 03 - 08:56 PM LMAO .......... OHMYGAWD..............."Save Endangered Wildlife and "Just For Dads"..............I guess Moms don't fart!!!!!!! Spaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 15 Jul 99 - 08:02 PM Just because it's in thin air and perhaps getting a little stale, don't worry about it catspaw49(50), more pholks will sneak by and pass theirs on over. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Banjer Date: 15 Jul 99 - 06:48 PM Fadac, don't forget looking up to the sky and saying, "Huh, they must be flying south early this year!" (or north depending on what time of year it is) Sure, C'paw49(50), start something and then try to slide it under the rug.... |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 15 Jul 99 - 02:40 PM I think we may be at the point where this thread is exhausted. I'd hate to see it go like the Condom thread which got stretched pretty thin. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Walrus Date: 15 Jul 99 - 02:32 PM Re: Limericks; Margarita quotes: There once was a man from Austrailia, Who painted his butt like a dahlia. Two cents a smell was all very well, But three cents a lick was a failure! I know a slightly different version: There was a young man of Australia, Who painted his arse like a dalhia, The colour was fine, Likewise the design, But the aroma? Now that was a failure. Regards Walrus |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Walrus Date: 15 Jul 99 - 02:28 PM >Let's see, we got broccoli farts, onion farts, popcorn farts, fishbowl farts, satchmo's, coffee farts, sliders, squeakers, SBDs, and what else? Don't forget "window rattlers" and "cushion creamers" Regards |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Fadac Date: 15 Jul 99 - 10:12 AM The reson you shake your leg, is to get the spider out. Yes the very famous Rocky Mountian Barking Spider. They like to climb up your leg to get where it's warm, then the Baaaarrrrrrrkkkkkkkk. The other excuse that I enjoyed hearing was, "Gee I must have stepped on a frog." -Fadac |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Helen Date: 15 Jul 99 - 07:35 AM Andres, I am still laughing at your farticular words. Helen |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Gitarzan (inactive) Date: 14 Jul 99 - 11:51 PM I like the nomenclature part of Flatology. Let's see, we got broccoli farts, onion farts, popcorn farts, fishbowl farts, satchmo's, coffee farts, sliders, squeakers, SBDs, and what else? FWIW, a Satchmo is when you are say, in a shower, cup your hand over your fanny and move it on and off while farting. It makes a great muted trumpet sound, kinda of like a "bwapp, bwapp" sound. You know this thread is going to haunt us if anyone of us decides to run for office. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Barbara Date: 14 Jul 99 - 04:15 PM Y'know what they say, annap. Kinky is when you use feathers, perverted is when you use the whole duck. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: annamill Date: 14 Jul 99 - 03:57 PM Ok, Ok! Now we're getting kinky! ;-) annap |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Margo Date: 14 Jul 99 - 03:45 PM Back to limericks: There once was a man from Austrailia, Who painted his butt like a dahlia. Two cents a smell was all very well, But three cents a lick was a failure! I especially like "failyuh" Margarita |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Bert Date: 14 Jul 99 - 02:42 PM CatsPaw, actually I prefer those that you calibrate in "Redwood Seconds" |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: walrus Date: 14 Jul 99 - 02:35 PM Just remember folks, when you "drop one", It's rude to shake your leg. Walrus |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Steve Latimer Date: 14 Jul 99 - 12:23 PM I was educated at an all male school,and spent my life playing hockey, both tremendous places to hone the fine art of flatulence. I still don't know what earned more respect in my group of friends, a really stinky SBD or a loud, long lasting although not stinky one. Of course if you could get the combination of tone and stench you were a hero. I have never been ashamed of a good fart in the company of the fellas, with one exception. Many years ago I had to go to a job site three hours from home. A co-worker picked me up at 5:00 a.m. following an evening of Mexican Food with Jalapeno salsa and a couple of jugs of Sangria. The first one or two we laughed off, but this actually became a serious problem with me ending up doubled over in pain for the majority of the trip, the only relief was to violently pass noxous gas. We were confined to the cab of a pick up truck and it was late winter, so we couldn't really leave the windows down. As bad as I felt, I felt terrible for the other guy who had to put up with me for six hours. He still shudders when thinking of it. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 14 Jul 99 - 12:21 PM Meetings? Ah yes! I was going to a regional sales meeting. We had the most boring sales manager of all time who had the worst sales meetings in the world. Just awful! Luckily, the 16 sales reps were an incredible bunch of true idiots (I fit right in) who were always up for a joke. Prior to that month's meeting, I called 6 of them and suggested possible menus for the days previous to the meeting. They called some others, and most of us showed up "loaded for bear." Meeting starts at 8AM--first fart at about 8:01 and things really got going. Manager was so pissed, the meeting broke up at about 10....and we were able to get good seats for noontime drinking, although we weren't too popular in the place. The company (a Fortune 500 mind you) actually sent letters to us about our behavior. I sent the VP in charge of my division one back, suggesting it was suitable comment on the sales manager. Interestingly enough, he replaced him about 2 months later with a guy who was not just a great manager but a fellow flatulator as well. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 14 Jul 99 - 11:57 AM I was serious about porter and pickled eggs. They provide the stink quotient. Then you eat a bunch of beans or a milk chaser (milk doesn't give me gas) and you got volume. Take a long car ride with the windows up. This technique also might be effective in shortening those long, boring meetings. You obviously can't drink porter at work, but bring in some bean soup (with lots of onions) and pickled eggs for co-workers to share. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 14 Jul 99 - 10:48 AM Well Bert, I am familiar with what you say, and you seem to be quite well read on the subject. Does this have something to do with your engineering background? Actually Bert ol' Buddy, taking into account that engineer in you, my question is, and I must respect your opinion on this, what is your preference? Please submit your answer as to both flashpoint and nasal noxiousness.:+) catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Fadac Date: 14 Jul 99 - 10:24 AM In the US there was a record reliesed by Chech Chech Chong. Called the Farting Post. It was about a farting contest. Chech was at the mike, explaining in his slight Mexican accent. You can tell the real pros, they have fringes on their butts. Now he is up a the post, he grabs it and leans over, Oh what a fart, (long farting sound in background, from low to high toots) Then when the winning fart is almost done. Chech starts screaming, Oh no, he shit, oh he shit. (In the same manor of the guy reporting the Hindenberg crashing.) Oh this is terrable ladies and gentelmen, it's just awfull. -Fadac |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Bert Date: 14 Jul 99 - 10:15 AM CatsP, Regarding the WHY issue. 'Tiz because milk it not very digestible. There's two kinds of fart, them that stink and them that don't. The ones that don't stink are caused by air taken in while eating or drinking. The odorous ones are caused by partly digested food. Beans contain a substance that destroys digestive enzymes. Cabbage contains a lot of fiber which is also hard to fully digest. Also after people get to around forty they produce less digestive enzymes and so are less able to digest dairy products. Bert. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 14 Jul 99 - 09:49 AM Dear anonymous person who posted the song lyrics - do you by any chance have a tune? |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 14 Jul 99 - 09:39 AM You're right annap---This IS an educational thread. Saved in a syringe? Personally, I've never been into saving them except for the most common way......I mean is there a male out there who has not ripped a huge one under the covers and waited for the reaction of his lovely lady when she comes to bed? We have exploited most aspects of Phartistic Artistry, but we really haven't spent much time on the more odiferous aspects. The kraut fart has a distinct aroma but can be particularly dangerous, often producing the unwanted "Thundersprecht." For me, good rare beef with a milk chaser will result in prodigious amounts of something that smells like sewer gas. Also, various medicines will change the aroma in a most unpleasant fashion. This is also true of various vitamin supplements and herbal products. BTW, milk is well known to dramatically increase output......there was an actual study done on this---WHY, I have no idea. As you get older, perhaps not only the smell, but your attitude changes also. About 8 years ago, Karen's grandparents were visiting and we invited a lot of friends for a party/cookout thing. My friend Bill was talking to Grandpa and said something about the beans and how he was trying to limit his intake since "he liked them, but they didn't like him"...or words to that effect. Grandpa considered this for a moment and said, "Oh I don't know. I kinda' like the gas." It took me about 5 minutes to get Bill to stop laughing long enough to tell me what the hell was so funny. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Date: 14 Jul 99 - 01:15 AM From the 17th century we have a: Song
My lady and her Maid were in a merry pinn [Evidently no fatalities]
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Gitarzan (inactive) Date: 14 Jul 99 - 12:51 AM I used to cup my hand over my butt and catch my own fart, then casually manage to open my hand in front of my victims face. Ever see a head snap back? I soon regretted figuring out this technique since my younger brother developed it into an art form, and I've been tormented by him for almost 30 years now. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 13 Jul 99 - 10:46 PM When you've exhausted yourselves on the other phart links, try farts.com a truly educational site |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Dave Swan Date: 13 Jul 99 - 04:51 PM In another job with another bunch of wackos, guys would save particularly phragrant pharts in syringes for distribution at a later time. They considered it an act of generosity, so that others could enjoy their efforts.
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: annamill Date: 13 Jul 99 - 04:45 PM I've always been too much of a coward to try anything so obviously explosively painful. Recently my 10 year old Grandson explained to me that one way to do it was to sit in a bathtub and ignite the gas when it rose to the top to escape. I'll have to let him read this thread. He could learn sooo much. **GRIN** Love anyway, annap |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Bert Date: 13 Jul 99 - 03:37 PM FYI: In England (I'm told) they catch the offending gas in a paper bag and ignite it in a safe place. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Dave Swan Date: 13 Jul 99 - 03:11 PM I can't keep the lid on this story any longer. Ten or so years ago my crew and I responded to call for the man down. The patient was in cardio-pulmonary arrest in his living room, surrounded by understandably distraught family members. It was time for IV's, defibrillation, intubation, the full load of firefighter/paramedic skill and technique. As one of my partners knelt to administer the chest compressions necessary for CPR, a loud, long, firehouse worthy BRAAAAAAAKKKKK escaped his guts like the sound of a Rottweiler being rent in two. The entire crew was stricken with the laughing in church disease. Certainly there was nothing funny about this man's condition, or his family's grief, but we were were helpless to get it together. Everyone's shoulders were heaving, little peeps were escaping our tightly compressed lips, and tears were running down my face at a furious rate. As we carried the patient to the ambulance, one of the family members laid a kind hand on my arm, noting my tears and said "That's really sweet, you really care, don't you?" It was the most cruel thing she could have said. I was barely able to nod. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 13 Jul 99 - 02:46 PM Whoops - that one got away from me. The Fart of Death |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 13 Jul 99 - 02:44 PM Re: farts and health/safety issues - The Fart of Death. ('Spaw, if you haven't been to this site before, it ought to keep you occupied for a couple of days.) |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 13 Jul 99 - 12:58 PM I think that's in the Boy Scout Manual......you are not alone! Barbara---I want to thank 'seed for pointing out that this may be something you are about to try!!! If that is the case, and knowing that you've got "brown mouth" from working on wet clay possum whistles, I urge you to read Dave Swan's advice above. Specifically, be sure you're wearing cotton and NOT nylon underwear! Somehow I think that arriving at an ER with a brown mouth and your panties melted on your buns is going to make for some difficulty in providing an explanation to the staff. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Roger the zimmer Date: 13 Jul 99 - 10:51 AM 'paw, often wondered (well once!) who was the inspiration for "Phoebe Buffet"'s "Smelly Cat"... Now, picture if you will, nearly 50 years ago, a circle of Boy Scouts with backs to the campfire after a supper of baked beans and too much fizzy drink (probably Dandelion and Burdock in those days), waiting for the inevitable... yes, stranger, I was one of those boys. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 13 Jul 99 - 10:44 AM Barbara, was that a purely academic question, or are you going to put it to a test--maybe this weekend? --seed |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Fadac Date: 13 Jul 99 - 10:38 AM I do remember this story. It seems that this young lady goes to the Doctor. "Doctor, I have this problem, I uh, fart...a lot. There is no noise, or smell, but, like, I'm farting all the time. Can you help me? This has been going on for some time." "Hmmmmmm (Dr. talk for 'Your Sh*ting me.) Here, take these pills and see me tommrow." She leaves, and comes back the very next day. Now for some reason this young lady is real upset. She is stomping her foot, kicking the walls and grinding her teath, like she's pissed. "Doctor, What did you do to me. My farts are now thundreus, explosive, they echo from the walls of buildings down the street! All the hair on my cat fell out after one fart last night." "Ok, looks like we got your hearing working, now let's work on your nose." Offered the good Doctor. Happy Tuesday, -Fadac |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 12 Jul 99 - 11:42 PM Before Barb, but you must be careful not to set your pants on fire while waiting. Thanks for the LePetomaine post, I can't find my article anywhere.....egads, what a loss. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Barbara Date: 12 Jul 99 - 11:25 PM Oh jeez Art, you really know how to kill a thread. who would dare follow a stinker like that?? (A: me.) Nobody's mentioned Mark Twain's classic 1601, which is a discussion between Q Elizabeth and her court as to who cut the stunner. (Oh, nay, good mistress, quothe she, such a thunder gust as that surely would have rent my poor loins in twain). I have a recording of it read by Richard Dyer Bennett. And from a comicbook by my friend, Lee Marrs, the history of Le Petomane: Le Petomane, (J. Pujol, 1857-1945) the man with the musical derriere, the main attraction at the Moulin Rouge, Paris, from 1892 to 1914, "the only artist who pays no royalties. As a littel boy Pujol learnd that water invaded his ass whenever he held his breath under water. It scared him to death. Later, in the army, he tood his good ole buddies of his experience, and they instantly demanded a recurrence, and threw him off the nearest pier. He discovered he could take in great quantities of water through his anus and amuse his friends with a ... waterspout (the illustration shows him standing on a chair and blasting someone in the face). Practicing with air instead, he could modulate the sound in volume and tone, and create a vast range of sound effects including booms, tweets, squeeks, hums, and plucking noises. Pujol abandoned his career as a baker and some time music hall singer to become the foremost fin-de-siecle artiste -- Le Petomane! Outdrawing the divine Sarah, he climaxed his act with the audience singing along to his ass. Over the years, Le Petomane, expanded his feats, smoking cigars with his nether regions, playing horns and blowing out candles. Pujol toured Europe, Algiers and Egypt, but the highpoint of his success came during one of "private showings" where he performed for the King of Belgium. Unfortunately, Pujol had financial and censorship problems in 1914, and never regained earlier his success. He went back to the bakery in Toulon where he died in 1945, to live on in history as -- the greatest farter of all! (Illustration shows attractive woman saying to baker, "Do I hear Melancholy Baby?"}
Oh, and guys, all you experts, I have a question of timing. Do you light the match before or after??
Blessings,
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 12 Jul 99 - 11:10 PM Oh well just **** me..........That's worse than a beer and kraut fart!!!! catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Art Thieme Date: 12 Jul 99 - 11:03 PM Hemingway is said to've told of a time in Spain when farting on the early Spring honder plants would definitely produce a better crop--especially if the farts were from having drunk absinthe. Yes, absinthe makes the fart grow honder. Art |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Murray on Saltspring Date: 12 Jul 99 - 05:58 PM There's a good little discussion of "Fartlore" in Mary & herbert Knapp, "One Potato, Two Potato" [Norton, 1976], pp. 211-216. -- e.g. "Some children call out, 'Light a match, quick!' when they smell a fart, believing the flame will purify the air." -- which as Roger in Baltimore suggests is the idea; I always thought though that it meant one should light the emission, as I'd seen this done as an amusement in a Royal Navy mess, where the idea caught on [I hasten to add that I, as a rigidly righteous Presbyterian, did not volunteer]-- and predictably one such ignition was sufficiently vehement as to burn off the anal hair. When I told Gershon Legman about his, he replied that yes, he'd heard of such things, and that the ladies at the court of Queen Anne used to amuse themselves like this. I don't know where he got that bit of esoteric trivia; maybe a Mudcat scholar can tell me. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Mike Billo Date: 12 Jul 99 - 10:43 AM Yup, that's the one. His Lordship takes an early lead with a series of triple flutter blasts, but an overconfidant Lord Windesphere finally loses in one of the great moments in sports history when the immortal line is shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, he's disqualified. He shit"! I'm unaware of an American version, but would love to hear it. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 12 Jul 99 - 10:18 AM Hey Mike----Help me out here. Is that the one where the farts are named as to type and scored? The "Fleep" I think was one and the dreaded "Thundersprecht" was another. I think too that there was an Americanized version of this called, in true American fashion, "The Farting Contest." catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Mike Billo Date: 12 Jul 99 - 10:01 AM How is it that nobody has made mention of that great old British recording of "The Crepitation Contest" between the Australian Paul Boomer, and the defending champion, Lord Windesphere? Also, it has been rumored that the true identity of the creator of this classic was Harry Secombe in an unauthorized use of BBC equipment. Can anyone confirm this? |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 12 Jul 99 - 02:34 AM sorry for the triple posting: I opened the thread after the list came back up, clicked on Sort Descending, and it sent me back to the Sort Descending I had used before my first posting instead of reversing the order of the new list. When the same thing happened again and again, finally I tried scrolling to the end of the new list, and there I am three times. Take your best shot, Gargoyle. --seed |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 12 Jul 99 - 02:26 AM Here's a gem from a book of dirty limericks compiled by someone named Count Palmiro Vicarion:
My back aches, my penis is sore,
Also, folks, this Pharting contest is in the digitrad: |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 12 Jul 99 - 12:39 AM Jeri, for the sake of clarity, perhaps we should identify the source tune: Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Celito Lindo... That out of the way, here's a classic--from Count Palmiro Vicarion's book of dirty limericks:
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Big Mick Date: 12 Jul 99 - 12:24 AM Geez, politically correct fella that I am, I hate to sink to a discussion of bodily functions. Yet I cannot help but to offer this up for your digestion. Lads, is there anything that is more gratifying than walking into the bedroom after a long day, letting a 12 second 4 octave fart, watching the dog get up and leave in disgust, and then chuckling oneself to sleep? Shamelessly purloined from a forwarded joke, Mick |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Banjer Date: 11 Jul 99 - 11:01 PM To Allan S. just a slight correction in your text: You say to use 239 beans because one more would be two farty. After that you say (groan). Should that not be BRAAWWMMPPP? |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 11 Jul 99 - 09:46 PM LePetomaine was a very big vaudeville/sideshow type attraction and could, it was said, "play" over 25 songs recognizably. That's why I mentioned him above. I had an article about him that I'll try to find for you. Duane---the Khartoum limerick is one of my favorites. I like the ones that play with the words in a "liquid" manner. Such as:
There once was a man named Magruder, Thread creep----like it matters!!! catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Allan S, Date: 11 Jul 99 - 08:39 PM My God I dont believe this. But as Utah Philips said "Good Tho" Among all this research there was referance to "Le Petomaine" It is my understanding that there was a person on the stage in France? who actually could Fart "God Save the Queen" Could anyone comment on this??? Dont forget Irish Bean Soup. One used exactly 239 beans. Because if you added one more it would be two Farty [groan] |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 11 Jul 99 - 08:32 PM That's odd, I wrote them as limericks, but they came out as text. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 11 Jul 99 - 08:29 PM One of my favorite politically incorrect limericks: A pansy who lived in Kartoum took a lesbian up to his room. They argued all night over who had the right to do what and with which and to whom. Another one: There once was a gaucho named Bruno who said, "Sex is one thing I do know." "Women are fine and sheep are divine, but the llama is numero uno." |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 11 Jul 99 - 07:51 PM I can't get it to work to Ashoken Farewell. Around here, we sing 'em to: Aye, aye, aye, aye, In China they do it for chili Now here is another verse that's worse than the other verse, Waltz me around again, Willie. And then you sing a verse, like: There once was a woman named Bright Who could f*** at the speed of light She started one day in the usual way And came on the previous night. (That's the only dirty limerick I can ever remember.) |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 11 Jul 99 - 07:33 PM There was a young lady named Alice, Used a dynamite stick for a phallus. They found her vagina in North Carolina And bits of her tits in Dallas. Aw geez, you're right Jeri........It's too easy to get in the limerick mode. I mean, well shitfire (and that is the subject)that last one is the wrong sex AND the wrong orifice! Lessee---Now here's one that's musical and has a different ignition source than the traditional match.
There was a young man named Glass, catspaw PS---You can, with only minimal mods, sing limericks to the tune of "Ashoken Farewell" and PO people by poking fun at a beautiful tune. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 11 Jul 99 - 07:16 PM I once worked with a woman who did tell A burnt match would cover the smell I'd know when she farted When the whole office started To reek of the bowels of hell Sorry - that's a true story. I just got stuck in limerick mode. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Roger in Baltimore Date: 11 Jul 99 - 06:09 PM I can't speak for women. I know that if you allow young men to gather together for any substantial period of time the conversation will slide into the discussion of body parts and bodily functions. A little too much biology and high school chemistry and the group quickly realizes the potential for creating a flame from gas. It is simply combining adolescence with the scientific method. Of course, as the methane burns, it also lights up the sulphur based gases and therefore has the benefit of eliminiting much, if not all, of the smell. Quite a benefit when the males live in close quarters. If young men don't learn this at home, they learn it at camp (Boy Scouts, YMCA, etc.) or at college (or prep school). Even with a three year hitch in Uncle Sam's Army I heard no tales of lit gas. Perhaps too many of us lived too close together. Roger in Baltimore |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 11 Jul 99 - 05:38 PM Thank you for posting the entire limerick gargoyle...I only put up the first verse 'cause I'm a lazy gas bag. A true work of art...or that should be fart. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: gargoyle Date: 11 Jul 99 - 04:51 PM For the sake of redeeming this thread and bringing it back to a musical basis, I introduce to you:
There was young fellow from Sparta,
He could vary, with proper persuassion,
The sparkling young farter from Sparta,
He'd fart a gavotte for a starter,
He was great in the Christmas Cantata,
Spurred on by a very high wager
His repertoire ranged from classics to jazz
His basso profundo with timbre so rare
One day he was dared to perform
If went off in capital style,
The slection was tough, I admit,
His bunghole was blown back to Sparta,
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 11 Jul 99 - 11:26 AM Compliments of Banj---Allow me to send you to this Fartistic Website where you can use up a ton of bandwidth and waste a lot of time. Enjoy----I of course DID. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Peter T. Date: 11 Jul 99 - 11:17 AM Hi Andres! Glad to see you hard at work! I should point out that Argentina has a lot of cattle too (it also has the largest number of psychoanalysts per capita in the world, at least Buenos Aires does, which may have something to do with hot air emissions). yours, Peter T. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 11 Jul 99 - 08:15 AM and it's good for playing airs |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Banjer Date: 11 Jul 99 - 07:17 AM LEJ asks, "What has this got to do with folk music?" Well....Allow me to try to make some sense of this for him and others who may inclined to similar thoughts! Since the beginning of time, man has needed and 'outlet' if you will for his musical talents. When Adam got tired of blowing on the blade of grass between the thumbs and took to eating the grass he found yet another expression for his musical urge. He found that by varying the type and amount of foilage he could 'tune' his newfound instrument. (Historical note: It was not the eating of the apple that actually got him and Eve thrown out of the garden. The odor that resulted from that diet change is what did it!) Since that humble beginning folks all over have been trying to express their musical 'inner selves' and expand on the playing of the Butt Trumpet. I have heard of many attempted variations of tuning the instrument but the most bizzare was the story of the young lad eating a roll of pennies. When asked why he did that he explained he was trying to tune the Butt Trumpet to sound more like a penny whistle. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Andrés Magré Date: 11 Jul 99 - 04:23 AM Since I live near Uruguay (Buenos Aires is in the other side of the wide De la Plata river), I can contribute with some results of our research. Fart of the problem resides on defartures of airplanes carrying fartly people and fartly cattle to attend fartistic events and many farties, butt to put things afart, we must consider the fart that many people living in small afartments in Buenos Aires (literally Good Airs) contribute so much, that a strong counter-current of gas (or counterfart) has grown across the river and fartially obscured the sun for weeks and alarmed the Fire Defartments of both coasts, and that's the problem. Thanks to all farticipants for allowing me to publish my opinion. I already feel fart of a team ! (sorry for my English) - Best regards escamillo@ciudad.com.ar :))
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Margo Date: 11 Jul 99 - 03:25 AM Duane, your cookbook sounds really interesting.........I but did you eat the book? How else would you "pass it along" ? |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 11 Jul 99 - 03:20 AM Uh, thank you 'seed.......I'm with you. And regarding musical attributes, let's not forget Mason Williams' hit, "Classical Gas".......I mean, what was that about? And then there was the great LePetomaine who tootled tunes for a living. And for our poetic and refined brethren, I'm sure they are familiar with the 12 stanza limerick, "The Farter from Sparta."
There was a young man from Sparta, Or closer home here at the 'Cat, I may have heard this one from 'seed.......Did I 'seed?
Gargoyle was more proper than most. Yes, this is all in the best of taste and quite musical too. Hey Helen, what do you think? catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 11 Jul 99 - 02:27 AM Gee, Gargoyle, you mean your s**t don't stink? Can you walk on water, too? --seed BTW, don't I remember you posting a really disgusting song a few months ago? |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: WyoWoman Date: 11 Jul 99 - 12:55 AM I grew up in a family in which belly button was considered crude language. Pharts were "tootsies," as in; "Did someone tootsie in here? Shouldn't you excuse yourself?" Butt was also a dirty word. You should hear me now. When a boy from my high school ended up in the emergency room because a "flamer" followed its fuel source and burned him in the nether regions, I was simply dumbstruck. Who would ever do that? Who ever thought of it in the first place? Fire and that particular function are, like, a surrealistic teaming. Who lit the first one, and WHY? Of all the cool, weird things a human body can do ... |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Duane D. Date: 10 Jul 99 - 11:27 PM I must have led a sheltered life. Although I heard about *flamers* as a teenager, I never considered trying to create them and I'm not about to try it at my advanced age. Many years ago, a co-worker told us about an experience he had in a gift store (something like Spencers). The manager tried to sell him a gas lamp designed to run on human gas. The lamp had a hose attached to it with the end resembling an enema tube for easy insertion. The manager claimed you could light up the whole room.... I used to be on a mailing list for a small book distributer specializing in vintage engineering and machinist book reprints. In the back of the catalog were misc. books, which included one called the "I Love to Fart Cookbook." The description included recipe titles such as "Turkey Talkback Stuffing" and "Neanderthal Bison Blaster." The recipes were graded on their ability to create flatulance. I always thought this book would make a great gift. If I can locate it, I'll pass along the book company address to you. Duane. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: gargoyle Date: 10 Jul 99 - 10:39 PM Thankfully, never experienced them...nor had a desire to.
Have heard them referred to as "ig-narts." Film - Scandinavian Nicolas and Alexandria Characters - Uncle w/ young boy & girl Scene - Christmas Celebration Action - Uncle leads children away from party to view "fireworks."
Audience responce: cute, infantile, disgusting, vile
Catspaw - It is suggested that you have your wife edit your postings..... the "drunken-effects" of anesthesia can leave their impression for up to three months after the incident. While beans may be referred to as the "musical fruit"....as someone else noted.... is this really necessary??????? BSeed - THAT IS PRECISELY!!!! the type of room-mate I invisioned you as having in college. "Seeds of a flower, fruit together."
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Banjer Date: 10 Jul 99 - 10:12 PM Nah, what ya need is a big bowl of Pinto means (aka Manna From Heaven) with about half of a large chopped onion and a couple of big spoons of Mayonaise mixed in with it, a little pepper and salt and a couple of Bud long necks. Then, in a short while, hand me the matches and head for high ground, or upwind, whichever you prefer! (both would be the sensible thing!) ;-) |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 10 Jul 99 - 08:58 PM BSeed, Dave already mentioned Nomex shorts. You should also have a fire extinguisher near in case of flaming a**holes. (Gee, that really burns my butt.) I wonder how many people show up at emergency rooms with torched tushies. I wonder if folks who work in ERs have a cute name for the condition. I wonder why I'm wondering these things when I'm only drinking ginger beer. Gotta get me some pickled eggs and porter... |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 10 Jul 99 - 08:09 PM A friend of mine in college somewhat overendowed with body hair (to make up for his rapidly receding hairline) tried to light one wearing only his Jockeys: the flame ignited the hair on the backs of his legs. Firemarshall Dave, be sure to add that to your list of cautions. --seed |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Helen Date: 10 Jul 99 - 08:01 PM Okay, just to help the scientific nature of this discussion, I'd like to share with you the proper scientific jargon: A gas emanating from the anal region is a farteous gas A minute particule of a fart, i.e at molecular level, is a farticule If you were to do a specific research study on farts it would be a farticular study Helen |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Banjer Date: 10 Jul 99 - 07:42 PM Before I opened this thread I gave a brief moment of thought as to who could have started it. I was not wrong!! Who else could we look to for such educational tidbits? The mental image of the college roomie lying on the bunk in the act of attempting a horizontal liftoff is one which will probably be with 'Spaw for the rest of his days... No wonder he grew up as he did. I think we owe Dale a large debt of gratitude for contributing to the depravity of Catspaw and subsequently to our own amusement. There is a story to share here, about an old fellow in a wheelchair who lives in a Assisted Living Facility. He had just recently been placed there when his care became too much for his family to handle. He was a very alert oldtimer, just couldn't get around as he used to. On the day following his admission to the facility an attendant came to his room, helped him into the chair and took him downstairs to the cafeteria where a wonderful meal had been prepared. As the old man sat eating he started to lean sideways in his chair. A helpful staff member rushed to his aid and sat him straight and fluffed the pillows at his side. The following day he was again taken downstairs, this time to the day lounge for some entertainment by a musical group. As he sat enjoying the music he again started to lean sideways in his chair and again a helpful attendant came to straighten him up and placed more fluffed pillows at his side. Each day saw yet another event occuring at the home, and again each day as he started to lean in his chair some one of the staff would be right at his side to help straighten him back into an upright position. Comes the weekend and a visit from the old man's children and grankids. "So tell us Dad, how do like the place so far?" Asked his son. "Well," replied the old man, "There ain't a day goes by that somethin' ain't happenin' somewhere. There was a big spread in the dining room Monday, and on Tuesday there was some folks called themselves Mudcatters or something like that come to play some real fine music for us, and Wednes day they had a movie set up for us in the little auditorium they have, and the people here are just fantastic!! Never have to call for them, they are always right there to help whenever they think you need it! Only one problem I have with this place it, dammit, they won't let ya fart!" |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Margo Date: 10 Jul 99 - 06:21 PM Hey, I know I put this story in another thread a long time ago, but since we're on the subject, here it is again: Which reminds me of the day that I ought to have stayed home instead of going to my Judo class. At the time, I owned a small Cafe in southern Oregon. I was the owner, cook, waitress, dishwasher, and anything else that needed to be done person. It was a consuming job, and I was pretty well exhausted by the time I closed the doors. My dinner would generally consist of whatever I could quickly grab in the restaurant. Unfortuneately, that's not very healthy. I got away from cooking good food for myself and became run down. The doctor, after interviewing me, said that my body had become a cesspool of bad things and that I needed to change my diet, which I did right away. Have you ever suddenly began eating a high fiber diet after not having done so? It has a definate effect on the digestive system. Lots of gas. You can see where this is going. I really liked my Judo class. The instructor was one of those gentle giants. His grand stature and buzz cut might initially give the impression of a tough guy, but not so. I came to class as usual, and as we gathered and stepped on the mat, I had my first clue that I ought to leave. Part of the ritual of Judo is bowing. You bow before stepping onto the mat, you bow to your partner before you attempt to send him flying through the air. I bowed at the edge of the mat and whoops! A humdinger of air pollutant escaped from my shocked intestinal system. I figured I'd wait a minute there at the edge of the mat. But you know how it is. When you walk, the vacuum sucks the air in behind you and the putrescent air follows. With the exertion of the excerises and hitting the mat with an odiferous splat I managed to create quite a cloud of undesireable atmosphere. Finally, waiting in line and standing next to my teacher, my secret got out. Yes friends, the old childhood acronym of SBD's was applicable that day. (SBD=silent, but deadly) My teacher wrinkled his nose and turned to me saying, "It smells like a sewer pipe broke!" Now at this point, you would think that no self respecting person would admit to being reaponsible for perfuming the air in such a manner. But not Margo, no. I sheepishly admitted that I had changed my diet......I think his embarassment was at or above my level. Maybe I wanted to share that too! (I'm not really such a stinker) Margarita |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: bbc Date: 10 Jul 99 - 06:05 PM Thank you, catspaw, for your consideration in moving to your own thread, rather than profaning the sanctity of my serious one! bbc (grinning & reading it, anyway!) |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 10 Jul 99 - 05:51 PM Ah Jeri, it is an art...and we have to thank Dave for posting the necessary safety precautions!!! Failure to observe some of these basic rules can resault in serious injury. (And unlike the McDonalds hot coffee affair, who gets sued?) Leej, I been thinkin' maybe there is something gainful in this too! Like I was thinkin' that maybe them folks down Uruguay way might have an unemployment problem. If as Peter suggests, we might fix the ozone problem through lighting cattle farts, perhaps unemployed Uruguayans might be used to stand at each bovine butt prepared to ignite the blasts. Like the WPA or the CCC here during the depression. Gainful employment...might work here, but we'd probably have to pay big bucks. catspaw |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Jeri Date: 10 Jul 99 - 05:35 PM It is NOT my fault! All I did was mention lighting farts where Catspaw could read it, and...yeah, I guess it is my fault. I never learned how to do this - I don't think it's something girls do. I think it's a "welcome to masculinity" thing for guys - a sort of coming-of-age ritual. I never even knew it was possible until I was about 17, and a friend's uncle demonstrated for a bunch of us kids. Does it have to be an uncle who shares these things? I'm curious how you incendiary butt-bomb specialists learned the art. (Wouldn't this make one hell of a thesis topic?) |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: LEJ Date: 10 Jul 99 - 05:07 PM Frankly, Catspaw, I'm not sure what flatulence has to do with folk music, except that there are a lot of old farts playing it. But I do think this thread's a gas, and quite thought-provoking. If this natural resource could be harnessed, one might not only have his baked beans, but be provided with a cheap source of cooking them. Cattle who must be housed during long stretches of freezing weather might be utilized to heat their own lodgings. Long haul truckdrivers could power their vehicles by refueling at Taco Bell instead of Exxon. I think that you should use your influence at the Neil Young Center to create a grant to study this emerging technology, Catspaw. LEJ |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Dave Swan Date: 10 Jul 99 - 04:46 PM Now kids, don't try this at home without adult supervision. Get a grown up's permission to roast those little stinkers. Everyone should have the proper safety gear, so no flimsy nighties, fringe on the bedspread or fuzzy slippers. Keep a safe barrier between your cheeks and the flame. Nomex boxers or panties work best, cotton is O.K., nylon is right out. Have a good long match, the kind Daddy uses after he's poured gasoline on the Bar-B-Que. Zippos are a bad idea. Keep good, positive pressure once you've got a flame going. Push, push, push, then take the match away. You don't want Mister Flame following the fuel up your fanny. Experiment with different foods to see what colors of flame you can produce. Keep a big bucket of ice water nearby just in case. Remember, never put butter on a burn, even if it's your buns. You can send us pictures of your experiments and we'll show them to all the other little scientists here at the Neal Young Center. Be safe, be scientific, and remember, methane is your friend. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Peter T. Date: 10 Jul 99 - 03:49 PM Sorry, that should be Ireland. I apologise to skarpi. |
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Subject: RE: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: Peter T. Date: 10 Jul 99 - 03:47 PM Recently when I visited Uruguay (a country in South America) there was a significant controversy concerning Uruguay's contribution to global warming. Since the population is 3-5 million, the carbon dioxide contribution to the greenhouse gas problem is insignificant, but Uruguay is a beef growing country, and has more cattle per capita than any other country on earth, and therefore higher methane gas emissions per capita than any other country. It was pointed out in a semi-official protest that this was an insult to the Uruguyan people since the official UN documents did not specify that the "capita"s involved were calculated from cattle, not people. This figure is under revision, as suspicion from new calculations suggest that Canada and Iceland, with their significant emissions from peat bogs, may well be out in front in the methane stakes. Methane is a much more powerful greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide. I have not seen any figures on whether flaring it off in the manner suggested would contribute to solving this urgent global problem. yours, Peter T. |
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Subject: Flammable Flatulence (Phartin' Phenomena) From: catspaw49 Date: 10 Jul 99 - 03:26 PM Dear Fellow 'Catters, First I would hasten to point out that this thread is Jeri's fault and not mine. As you all know, I am the pinnacle of taste and decorum around here. I simply made an observation on another thread about female/male 'Catters and Jeri responded with a logical and well thought out (and probably true) response. Please see the "Mudcat Resources" thread if you have any questions. In any case, this thread is the result. Don't blame me. And as you can see, I used an appropriate thread title. Fart doesn't seem quite so vulgar with a PH instead of an F---sorta' refined like. That said.........What few friends I have left will tell you I'm one of the Gas Kings of all time. But let me tell you a different tale about my first college roommate. Dale led a sheltered life in a small town in SW Virginia and the first time anybody mentioned lighting air biscuits, he couldn't believe it. So naturally, being 18 year old males, we all did.......he was amazed, but was too shy to try it. Several days later, Matt and I walked into the room and were confronted with a sight that's hard to forget. Laying on the bottom bunk, in his u-trou, with feet on the top bunk rail like a hairy legged V, lay Dale........complete with lit match held to his ass. Evidently our surprise entrance was just the incentive he needed as a large rip and flame shot out across the room. I think there is nowhere in my experience, before or since, that I have received such a greeting. Of course there was another friends uncle who was a bit deaf and untroubled by his prodigious flatulence. I was warned, but the first time I met Jimmy, we shook hands and he said, "Hey there Buddy (FFLLEEEEPP), Good ta' meetcha' (BRAAWWMMPP). Glad y'all (PPRROOOOOTTT) could make it." Never met anybody quite like Ol' Jimmy. Got more of course, but (butt?) Jeri, it's all yours. catspaw |
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