It's as though you're speaking Russian to me. That's how foreign this concept is to me. Then again, have you ever farted while teaching a class? Me neither.
Have you ever farted while walking down an isle in a store when you think you are alone in said aisle, then turn around and see someone sharing the space with you? Me neither
An interesting thing occurred once when Cool Breeze and I were taking Lamaze classes. It was near the end of class, and we were instructed to lay on our pillows so our husbands could massage our backs. The lights were off and the room was dead silent - only the soothing voice of the instructor could be heard. About that time, someone let one rip. It shook the windows. The class ended, and 20 people ran for the door so they could get into the hallway to laugh!! I thanked God that I wasn't gassy that night!!! We never did find out who it was, but there WAS one couple who never came back to class!! Bahahahahaha!
I once heard about someone running late to a very important fundraiser luncheon, where she was supposed to be presented with a accolade for raising a huge amount of money (rumor has it she used intimidation anc coercion). The details are unclear, but her farty tarty was of the magnitude that she left the gas station restroom wearing a different pair of slacks than the ones she wore in there....and they clashed terribly with her sweater. The sad thing is, where did she get the nerve to tell this to anyone?
LMAO...Shart!!! I've heard of people tapping their feet in their car thinking that would help and leaving children behind in the car to get in the door. The nerve of some people.
LMFAO!!! I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. But, have you ever had a sneaky one escape and then try to pretend you didn't hear a thing?
Have you ever eaten Arigatos and couldn't make it past the Walgreens 6 blocks away??
Me neither.
No, really it wasn't me....ask Double D!
Present time for you on my blog! Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to get your computer to spit out a nice, cold Margarita but its *almost* as good........OK not really but that's what Sunday is for, right??
It happened to a friend of mine years ago and when he got home, his wife had guests, so he had to call the wife and tell the friends that there was an emergency in the family so they all had to leave.
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I've heard that people had to pray for the lights to turn green just to get home. I have no idea what they're talking about :)
It's as though you're speaking Russian to me. That's how foreign this concept is to me. Then again, have you ever farted while teaching a class? Me neither.
Have you ever farted while walking down an isle in a store when you think you are alone in said aisle, then turn around and see someone sharing the space with you?
Me neither
ha..ha.ha... you were "turtle'ing" !!!!! ;)
Suze--Praying is always helpful
Caution---I know thats never happen to you ;)
Philly----that was you? I thought i smelled ....i mean seen ya!!
ppp---Almost!!!
No one likes a 'shart.'
I'm afraid I really wouldn't know what you're talking about. Not even after dinner last night at Camino Real!
An interesting thing occurred once when Cool Breeze and I were taking Lamaze classes. It was near the end of class, and we were instructed to lay on our pillows so our husbands could massage our backs. The lights were off and the room was dead silent - only the soothing voice of the instructor could be heard. About that time, someone let one rip. It shook the windows. The class ended, and 20 people ran for the door so they could get into the hallway to laugh!! I thanked God that I wasn't gassy that night!!! We never did find out who it was, but there WAS one couple who never came back to class!! Bahahahahaha!
LOL. A shart? Nope. Never heard of it. Never.
I once heard about someone running late to a very important fundraiser luncheon, where she was supposed to be presented with a accolade for raising a huge amount of money (rumor has it she used intimidation anc coercion). The details are unclear, but her farty tarty was of the magnitude that she left the gas station restroom wearing a different pair of slacks than the ones she wore in there....and they clashed terribly with her sweater.
The sad thing is, where did she get the nerve to tell this to anyone?
LMAO...Shart!!!
I've heard of people tapping their feet in their car thinking that would help and leaving children behind in the car to get in the door. The nerve of some people.
LMFAO!!! I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. But, have you ever had a sneaky one escape and then try to pretend you didn't hear a thing?
Me neither.
Have you ever eaten Arigatos and couldn't make it past the Walgreens 6 blocks away??
Me neither.
No, really it wasn't me....ask Double D!
Present time for you on my blog!
Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to get your computer to spit out a nice, cold Margarita but its *almost* as good........OK not really but that's what Sunday is for, right??
Oh turtleing...a universal experience.
It happened to a friend of mine years ago and when he got home, his wife had guests, so he had to call the wife and tell the friends that there was an emergency in the family so they all had to leave.
....just reading this one,
Bahahahahaaa!
luv it.
-Faith
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