freed at last; a deadly blast from my arse fills the room

i've been holding this one in all day...didn't wanna upset the girls at work...as soon as I came in the door at home out my arse came the gas. what a gawdaful smell...well it was for my guests..for me it was an odor of love...eau du freedom...a gaseous emission reflecting the true democratic nature of my bowel...every bacteria had had their say; and we were all impressed...

Had to take me pants off to clean the mess though...it was a touch wet.
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  • This commment is unpublished.
    · 20 years ago
    It has been said that every putrid fart
    becomes a new star in the sky -
    or maybe it grows to be a noble turd much
    admired and loved by the Oz public?

    Probably not the new star now I think about it...
  • This commment is unpublished.
    · 20 years ago
    Apparently the two surviving Beaconsfield miners were singing Kenny Rogers songs when located by rescuers. THAT should have been reason enough to leave the buggers down there!
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