Post Punk Kitchen Forum

Yes.

Worst thing ever though, when I drive my husband to work, he farts in the car before he gets up and out of the car, and when he does get up the smell is released, and I'm left with a smelly drive home.

I also think it's funny because I once had a Subaru nicknamed Smelly Car. It was my dream car at the time, a Subaru Loyale wagon, and we did get a decent price because of the smell, but just thinking about it makes me feel nauseated.

Jeesh. I just did a fart that sounded like Chewbacca. What's that about?!

I often do Wookie farts.

I was already laughing at this thread when I read mel's post, now I'm crying laughing (actual tears!). My chest hurts and I nearly peed reading about your husband PB. I can't read any more in case I do actually pee.

OMG, I keep farting at my desk! I can't help it. Good Lard I hope these don't start to smell. That's what I get for eating beans at two meals yesterday.

I haven't been farting much lately, but I did have that wonderful experience where you go to a store, get a cart, put a few things in it, and then you have to poop. It's the biggest poop of your life. So you rush around the store, farting, trying to check out so you can run to the bathroom.

I think these fantastic brand chili starters are giving me some interesting farts. Good thing I bought a case of twelve!
Ahh.. Amazon prime.

Every so often, the family unit here will be sitting on the couch, and I'll sneak one out and see if Coldandsleepy checks the Emperor's diaper. It always works.

"Whoa, kid, let's check your diaper! Huh, nothing in there? It sure smells like you made a poop." Meanwhile I'm sniggering loudly in the corner. Usually I admit it, since it's funnier that way.

I just woke myself up because I was farting.

Ok, so I just had to bump this thread to tell a story that happened a few days ago. It started with some delicious cabbage broccoli soup that I ate way to much of. After dinner, I retreated into my room to do some reading. The door was shut. Before long, I farted, and it was a reallyyyyy bad one. But whatever, because I was alone, right? So the gas kept coming and I kept letting it out. After a while, either because I was too engrossed in my book, or because I had gotten used to it, or because I was subconsciously breathing through my mouth, I didn't notice the smell anymore.

Then my roommate walked in to ask me a question. She got about two steps in before she stopped in mid-sentence, pulled her shirt over her nose, staggered backwards while spinning around, and slammed the door shut. I was cracking up at this point, but I was able to hear her yelling something about "gas chamber" and "my mouth was open." She also claimed that she could still smell it the next day, but I think (hope?) she was exaggerating.

I love this thread.

I was reading this thread to my husband last night and at times it was hard to keep talking because I was laughing so hard.

I keep scaring the cat.

I had fresh juice this morning too close to my breakfast, so I figure that's why I've been farting all day. But they're baby ones. They're toots.

Had lots of Daiya yesterday. Today, I'm gonna need an exorcist or fumigator or something... I'm packing enough blast power to fly myself across the Atlantic, and my husband won't sit in the same room with me.

I had cauliflower and cabbage for dinner...both prime offenders....just waiting....

This isn't MY fart story, but this just made me laugh until I cried, so I thought I would share with the PPK:

http://hahasforhoohas.com/the-fart-that ... y-destiny/

Oh god, I just loled at work. 'I can taste it' made me lose it.

I wish Brian were so forgiving. Every time I fart he gives me a look like I just pissed on his grandma. And then I laugh because he's looking at me and he says he looks at me like that because I think it's funny but I wouldn't be laughing if I didn't know he was about to act totally disgusted.

I was walking up the stairs yesterday and let out a fart that sounded like my foot kicking a stair. Really forking loud. Mom was like "What the hell was that?" I told her I stubbed my toe.

That's the part that got me, too.

And my husband has always been a fart-factory, but he acts disgusted when I fart! It's apparently okay for him to rip 20+ (stinky) farts each day, but I let one loose and it's sooooo nasty? I just laugh.

That was a brilliant story!

I have to say that Rajma gives me the worst farts ever. If anyone is looking to test their sphinctre power, this is for you: http://indianfood.about.com/od/vegetari ... /rajma.htm

I have a student we'll call DJ. DJ should not eat whatever the hell it is he eats all the time. He clears my room out daily with the stank-ness. Anyway, today DJ was being his usual gassy self and just after he let one go, someone else did too, and then another, and then another. I had a friggin chain reaction! My room was hazmat material for two hours. We seriously moved outside because it was so bad. The principal thought the bathroom across the hall was backed up and didn't believe it was in my room until I made him walk in. Half the upper floor was complaining of the smell. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Monday's writing prompt is going to be about farting.

I wanna see the rack that saved her from that fart! Amazing!

I wasn't going to come in here. I was going to be above all of this, I really was. But then I clicked on it, and I just couldn't stop laughing . . .