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I'm definitely a fast eater by habit. And the urge to eat remains unchanged even the the exercising part has waned... But still the 'fart' can still bring about the biggest laughs, like when the dog lets one with a straight face. Perfect comic! Some situations is better to just continue what you're doing and laugh about it together later...
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goes without saying, a forthcoming fart can bring about some serious concern depending where we are
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"The more in-tune you are, the easier it will be to maintain positive health." I laughed at this statement...... would that be like a musical fart? Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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I have been a boater my whole life and spent a fair bit of time on docks. There is usually an old bachelor who lives on his boat and they are usually colourful characters. There was this one guy who apparently kept track of every boat that came into the dock, because he was always there to help me tie up my boat. He was filthy...and always reeking of alcohol. He also had the worst farts of anyone I have ever come across. He talked a mile a minute and always had a hand-rolled cigarette stuck to his lip that wagged as he gossiped.......and then he would suddenly stamp his foot. This is a wooden dock and he always wore big work-boots, so it was a very loud stomp......it didn't take long to discover the method to his madness.....the most foul odour ........Sometimes he stomped several times in the course of the short conversation as I jingled my car keys impatiently to signal that I was on my way to catch the ferry.....Stomp stomp...... jingle jingle.......Then one time I asked him why he stomped and he told me it was so people wouldn't know he farted......I laughed and laughed.
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I have been a boater my whole life and spent a fair bit of time on docks. There is usually an old bachelor who lives on his boat and they are usually colourful characters. There was this one guy who apparently kept track of every boat that came into the dock, because he was always there to help me tie up my boat. He was filthy...and always reeking of alcohol. He also had the worst farts of anyone I have ever come across. He talked a mile a minute and always had a hand-rolled cigarette stuck to his lip that wagged as he gossiped.......and then he would suddenly stamp his foot. This is a wooden dock and he always wore big work-boots, so it was a very loud stomp......it didn't take long to discover the method to his madness.....the most foul odour ........Sometimes he stomped several times in the course of the short conversation as I jingled my car keys impatiently to signal that I was on my way to catch the ferry.....Stomp stomp...... jingle jingle.......Then one time I asked him why he stomped and he told me it was so people wouldn't know he farted......I laughed and laughed. Thanks for sharing! Gavin
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