Memorable Farts......yours or by others.

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stephec

Squire
Location
Bolton
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.
 

Drago

Legendary Member
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.
 

Stevo 666

Senior Member
The one I let rip in a small 4 man bubble lift on a skiing holiday a while back was good. It was a real stinker, but more importantly there was no escape for my fellow occupants for a good 5 minutes.
 

captain nemo1701

Space cadet. Deck 42 Main Engineering.
Location
Bristol
I see a lot were listening to Paddy the other day. I have a few stories:

1. I once parked by the Natural History Museum in the 90's when the road had parking bays arranged around a central kerb with meters. As I locked the door, I bent over slightly standing higher on the kerb and let rip a loud 'un. When bent over, my rear end was pointing at the passenger window of a car opposite....with the window down and a somewhat shocked little old lady sat staring at me. Basically, when I bent over to lock the car door, I ripped a fart into the open window..... :ohmy:

2. In a local convenience shop, I went to the rear to put some stamps on xmas cards and a dribbled out a quiet one. Judging by the temperature, it was going to be a lethal paint-stripper so I walked up & down a few aisles to shake off the 'vapour trail'. As I left, the young sales assistant took a trolley into the danger zone and I heard a loud, 'eeewww it stinks' as I left the shop.

Remember folks, when letting rip in public, Uncle George has some timely advice:
 
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Dave7

Dave7

Legendary Member
Location
Cheshire
Let's be honest. A good fart is one of life's pleasures.

That depends very much on whether its yours or the bloke next to you :rolleyes:
 

stephec

Squire
Location
Bolton
We all know that your own farts always smell good, but how often have you done one that forces you to evacuate the area? 😂
 

Ming the Merciless

There is no mercy
Location
Inside my skull
Who can forget Johnny Fartpants?

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captain nemo1701

Space cadet. Deck 42 Main Engineering.
Location
Bristol
We all know that your own farts always smell good, but how often have you done one that forces you to evacuate the area? 😂

I've mentioned this before, but a friend came to visit and he slipped out the old SBD. I was chatting in the kitchen making him a cuppa when suddenly I became aware of an eye-watering pong coupled with a lack of oxygen in the room. It resulted in both of us going outside on the patio...I did enquire as to what he may have ingested to result in a fart which broke local chemical weapons treaties and he confessed it was KFC chicken nuggets.

As a 70's kid, my mum used to let rip quite regularly much to mine and my sisters amusement but my father would always say ' dirty b***er'. That was a bit rich because he specialised in silent killers and mum always acted as the 'mine canary' for us. She's suddenly stop knitting and look disapprovingly at Dad with a 'Have you just 's**t? question. That was the cue for my sister and I to go and play outside to escape the lethal cloud :laugh: .
 

Legs

usually riding on Zwift or up steep hills...
Location
Staffordshire
As a sometime runner, I've experienced the 'running fart', whereby, with a little careful control, you can let out a tiny bit perfectly in sync with each footstep. My personal best is 24.
 
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