There has never been a fart that hasn't made me giggle, at least inside. Even the most heinous smelling farts are tolerable and funny to me.
Especially Tanner's farts. He can melt paint, but he hasn't figured out what it is, and it scares him. So you know when Tanner lets an SBD go when he jumps up and comes over for reassurance. "What the fuck was that?"
A word I loathe is "belch." One onomatopoeia that need not exist. Also, even though I have an astronomical tolerance for farts, I cannot even stand the smell of the most insignificant burp. If there was orange juice or Gatorade involved, find me a trash can.
Especially Tanner's farts. He can melt paint, but he hasn't figured out what it is, and it scares him. So you know when Tanner lets an SBD go when he jumps up and comes over for reassurance. "What the fuck was that?"
A word I loathe is "belch." One onomatopoeia that need not exist. Also, even though I have an astronomical tolerance for farts, I cannot even stand the smell of the most insignificant burp. If there was orange juice or Gatorade involved, find me a trash can.
"There remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking." ~Christopher Hitchens, god is not Great
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