Smelling your own farts?

Don't mind them most of the time, but after a night on the beer there can be an acidic quality to the smell which I can't stand.

OP - Seek (professional) help.

I'm disgusted at other people's farts (unless its a lady )
but quite enjoy my own and feel a sense of achievement upon sniffing them.

Odd, we were discussing this yesterday. The consensus was that your own farts are fine, except if it's a beer fart, in which case you fart and move away rapidly...

TBH if you can't stand your own fart then you know it's a bad one...

Never farted in me life.

Agricola wrote: »

My dog loves smelling his own farts. Always gives his ass a sniff after letting off a bad one. Just goes to show some of us are closer to the animal kingdom than others!

I know it sounds childish but i had tears rolling down my down my face from reading that post,i got a visual of a dog turning around smelling his ass and grining,like that fella muttly:D.

I suppose your right agricola we're not to far from the animal kingdom at all are we.

My cousin in Primary School used to get lines every week for farting, he was that bad. We lost a classroom game once because he was on our team and he farted. Points were deducted

Years ago when I used to go out to the local every Friday I'd fill my belly with a concoction of Guinness / maybe some shots / and then finish the night with some cans of Heinekin.

The next day would be horrific. Those really hot, steamy, noiseless farts start seeping out and the smell would be enough to make an onion cry. Sometimes even I'd be disgusted with the smell I was producing.

I'd utilise my new-found biological weaponry in the pub that night and start ventilating around the bar counter. Cue someone's face turning sour as they notice the foul stench and shout:

"Oh my Gaaaaaawd!!!"

Right then, I'd pull a sour face and say something similiar to cast me out of possible suspects :pac:

Next thing, everyone picks the smell up as it wafts through the air, peeling the paint off the walls, turning their pints green and they all head to the door..................accusing each other that they're sick and should see a doctor.............all the while the actual culprit amongst them watches them bicker

Back then if the Iranians or North Koreans knew of my chemicals they'd have me locked up in a lab extracting vital nutrients for their weapons. Nowadays, though, the GF puts me to absolute shame with her chronic gases from eating all that "healthy" crap.