I've never gambled and lost, come close a few times though.
Memorable Farts......yours or by others.
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I've never gambled and lost, come close a few times though.
Drago
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Thing is my Y fronts are so ingrained after 50 years ofmcontinuous use I wouldn't even know if I had.
When I first left polytechnic I worked for a while in a photographic shop in Manchester.
There was a young lad who also worked there who was a vegan who constantly dropped vile SBDs that he claimed were a surprise to him as well.
One day I'm serving a woman and this lad is stood next to us when all of a sudden he strolls off leaving an aromatic gift, now there's just me and the woman stood there, and she knows it's not hers, self-gratification artist.
There was a young lad who also worked there who was a vegan who constantly dropped vile SBDs that he claimed were a surprise to him as well.
One day I'm serving a woman and this lad is stood next to us when all of a sudden he strolls off leaving an aromatic gift, now there's just me and the woman stood there, and she knows it's not hers, self-gratification artist.
Drago
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- Suburban Poshshire
Following surgery I had a spell working in the force control room while I recuperated.
Anyhoo, one night I had bad guts, really bad guts, and I was chundering out some spectacularly grim farts that would have had any passing WW1 vets reaching for the mustard gas cream and respirator.
I clock off at 7 to head home, returning at 1900 the same day. The day shift bobby grimly told me that the foam in my chair had absorbed a vast amount of my flatulence and every time he shifted in the seat a new wave of guff gas was released. Apparently people were coughing and gagging on it well past midday.
I was pretty chuffed! However, the day shift inspector, a stuck up but actually really decent Sandhurst graduate, soberly informed me that Britian was a signatory to the Geneva Protocol of 1925 and that I had been in danger of triggering a serious diplomatic incident.
Anyhoo, one night I had bad guts, really bad guts, and I was chundering out some spectacularly grim farts that would have had any passing WW1 vets reaching for the mustard gas cream and respirator.
I clock off at 7 to head home, returning at 1900 the same day. The day shift bobby grimly told me that the foam in my chair had absorbed a vast amount of my flatulence and every time he shifted in the seat a new wave of guff gas was released. Apparently people were coughing and gagging on it well past midday.
I was pretty chuffed! However, the day shift inspector, a stuck up but actually really decent Sandhurst graduate, soberly informed me that Britian was a signatory to the Geneva Protocol of 1925 and that I had been in danger of triggering a serious diplomatic incident.
