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Or to drop one in the lift, and then take the stairs...
There is no finer pleasure in life than to be alone in the car, to drop one's guts and the be able to savour the spicy goodness until ones heart is content.
Two more simple pleasures have not yet been mentioned.
Farting under the bed covers and, best of all, dropping one in the bath when one's er, outlet, is full submerged in water.
Bubble bath!Better still, fart just before you get out of the car and then if you are lucky it is still in there waiting for you when you come back.
Under the bed covers is known as a "Dutch Oven" and if your partner farts soon after you or you after him/her it is called "Double Dutch".
And why do they smell different when you drop one in the bath?
Don't forget to waft the sheets.Two more simple pleasures have not yet been mentioned.
Farting under the bed covers and, best of all, dropping one in the bath when one's er, outlet, is full submerged in water.
Better still, fart just before you get out of the car and then if you are lucky it is still in there waiting for you when you come back.
The only trouble with this is if you're in the car for a long time for work as I am.There is no finer pleasure in life than to be alone in the car, to drop one's guts and the be able to savour the spicy goodness until ones heart is content.
Your very own eco friendly jacuzzi.Bubble bath!
Better still, fart just before you get out of the car and then if you are lucky it is still in there waiting for you when you come back.
Under the bed covers is known as a "Dutch Oven" and if your partner farts soon after you or you after him/her it is called "Double Dutch".
And why do they smell different when you drop one in the bath?
Ha, Ha, I like your OH's style...My OH claims her farts are " Glade moments "as her's smell of honeysuckle.
At times I have to disagree with her
There is no finer pleasure in life than to be alone in the car, to drop one's guts and the be able to savour the spicy goodness until ones heart is content.
Ah, but now then. Why do the silent ones always smell more than the rip snorters.