Fulton Crown wrote: » Yeah ..was behind a fcukin bearded crusty in the q for a sarni in O'briens the other day. Cnunt had a pair of dung colored courdoroys ...saggy at the arse and material to spare if you get my drift. Cnunt had just ordered a veggie roll and tap water..when i heard a low gutteral growl coming from nearby. Thought little of it at the time but just as I was about to give my order a fcukin pure sulpherous toxic stench enveloped the fcukin queue. I couldnt fcukin give my order and the guy at the counter was gaggin as well...fcukin queue dissapeared and dung trousers blithley trotted off with his veggie roll to a nearby table. saw a few folks nearby evacuate sharpish and reckoned the cnunt had dropped another one. Should be a fcukin law agaisnt that kind of thing...:eek:
FlutterinBantam wrote: » Tom, that was an excellent post,conveys the drama of the occasion and leads the reader to emphatise with the poster. When you can read and say":eek:Thank fcuk that wasn't me" it was a good post. Now down to business. "Fouled the bowl" I like that description but what does it mean.? That you coated the pan in a skein of wet midden from rim to S? "That you dumped a knarled knobbly lad which settled uncomfortably in the S? "That you bolted out a ripper like a fcuking flock of starlings and scudded the pan and the area surrounding"? That you bunted out Meatloaf's daughter which lodged like a dead corgi dog in the S"? Clear that up and we're good:D
Ricardo G wrote: » Ahh school days, belting a good fart off the back of those black plastic chairs and watching the foundations shake with the echo ! Great also at 30,000 feet on a plane, no way anyone can escape ! Whilst walking around a very warm shop with herself, laughing at everyone else nearly choking after you leave out the deadly silent one !
nullzero wrote: » On a flight to Spain last year with my girlfriend I had an awful gutful of pewtrid foulness that I expended over the duration of the two hours or so of the flight. There was however a young Spanish lad sitting in front of us who had the entire row of seats to himself. He was sleeping and waking up, shifting around akwardly. Needless to say I was blaming the stench on this unfortunate person whilst managing to keep a straight face the whole way over. I lost count of how many I ripped out on that flight but I pity whoever sat in the seat after me. When we got home to Dublin, whilst we were driving home I asked herself if she remebered that dirty Spanish bastard from the flight over and then broke the truth to her. She genuinely looked shocked and appalled although she said had a sneaking suspicion it was me all along. How I laughed.
