Speaking of flatulence...
Parabeagle
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The thread in that "other" forum discussing flatulence reminded me that there hasn't been a decent joke posted on here all day. While I don't claim this joke is decent, it involves airplanes, one of my favorite subjects, and coincidentally also involves the above-referenced topic. Enjoy. Or, don't enjoy. Your choice. x:-)
A plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport. After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom,
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain calling from the flight deck. On behalf of the crew and myself I'd like to welcome you aboard Flight 293, nonstop from New York to Los Angeles. The weather ahead is good and we anticipate a smooth and uneventful flight. Now sit back, relax and AGHHHH! - OH MY GOD!"
Then silence.
Then, the captain came back on the intercom and said,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier but while I was talking, the flight-attendant brought me a cup of coffee and spilled the hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!"
A passenger in Coach said, "That's nothing. He should see the back of mine!"
A plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport. After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom,
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain calling from the flight deck. On behalf of the crew and myself I'd like to welcome you aboard Flight 293, nonstop from New York to Los Angeles. The weather ahead is good and we anticipate a smooth and uneventful flight. Now sit back, relax and AGHHHH! - OH MY GOD!"
Then silence.
Then, the captain came back on the intercom and said,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier but while I was talking, the flight-attendant brought me a cup of coffee and spilled the hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!"
A passenger in Coach said, "That's nothing. He should see the back of mine!"
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THINGS YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT FLATULENCE: (BUT WERE TO EMBARRASSED TO ASK)
Flatulence is a concoction of air, methane gas and other gases. Because methane is odorless, it is these other gases that provide the aroma.
The unpleasant odor associated with flatulence comes from foods containing chemicals such as sulfur. Some of the more notorious suspects would include eggs, beans, cabbage, cheese and beer.
Men average approximately 13.63 expulsions of gas per day. Women (supposedly) average 3.28.
The legendary "Blue Flame": 12% of men admit to having ignited their own flatulence.
When posed the question, "How long do you have to be 'going out' with someone before you'll pass gas in their presence?" the average of responses came out to 92.77 days -- 62.98 for men and 149.82 for women.
SOOOO much more than I wanted to know, Mwild... Ray's gonna get you for this and I shall be redeemed in the eyes of the tasteful. x;-)
My SO were about three months into our relationship. We were hanging out on my back deck when I got up from a sitting position and, out of my control, I "flatulated" I started apologizing profusely when I turned to him and saw that he had a beatific smile on his face. Apparently his ex wife, in ten years of marriage, had never let one go- ever! Not only that but she would'nt let him, or her children, do it in her presence.
He claims he fell in love with me that night.
How romantic!x:-8
x;-)
I heard once that everyone, whether they know it or not, emits at least a "pint's worth" a day; men and women. Who knows. All I know is my parent's rottweiler at least doubles that. x:D
Cinderella
When I was 14, my older male cousin and a few of his friends taught me by observation, the fine art of igniting a flame. I won't go into much detail other than to report to you that having sat upon the couch and reached heavenward with your heels, one of the 'participants' would flick a bick and the resulting blue-flame would amaze the most unassuming of innocent bystanders.
I tried that once, during a first marriage, and the result was not what I had intended. I also recall that some 3 months into that marriage, it was a typical activity for me to snatch the covers up and secure them at the head of the bed and break forth with a thunderous volley across the bow of the ship.
The current bride, as most women do, denies ever having particpated personally in the activity about which this thread is written. Why do they lie?
On a last note, I will report that I frequently take road trips through the country with an old friend. Among the most fun things to do is hit the 'lock' button on the electric windows as soon as a volley is "farred". Only to be followed by the question, "Who farred that shot?" And the retort, "I farred it!"
Mwild, I hold Beagle completely responsible.
My wife will not use the word, fart. Instead she refers to flatulance as a "fret". So, when somebody says they are fretting over something, we die laughing.
You've got guts Parabeagle - I don't proudly proclaim that information any more - I just quitely whisper it to my really, really close friends. x:-)