Hang Time
Last night I was in the den and daddyo was in the kitchen - the rooms are right next to each other. As I was picking up a bit I was suddenly overcome with a smell so horrid I thought surely we were under some kind of alien attack. As I was gasping for air, I noticed daddyo smiling from ear to ear - that smile that could only mean one thing. Although I was dying, he was feeling much better.
We have all experienced this - especially those of you who are married to rednecks. But let me tell you, I have never in my life known a fart to hang around as long as this one did. I was in the other room for 10 minutes (trying to catch my breath) and when I walked back through the den, it STILL stunk. WHAT? It was truly amazing and disguisting all at the same time.
Later, after he was in bed, he farted again and the smell traveled from the bedroom to the hallway and into the den. There was no safe place in our house; no escape. It just blew me away (literally) that a fart could have so much hang time.
Impressive.
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karen on 25 Jul 2008 at 6:27 pm #
I feel your pain. I will never forget the infamous camp fart. I have yet to experience anything quite like that.