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I was reading a funny story yesterday about how a woman caused a Dallas-bound <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">American </SPAN><SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">Airlines </SPAN><SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">flight</SPAN> to land in Nashville after she broke wind and lit a <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">match</SPAN> to kill the smell.
It's funny because breaking wind can be such an embarrassing experience even while it remains one of the most <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">stress</SPAN>-relieving processes of the human body, so I can imagine the woman's dilemma.
The passing of gas, however, can be a very emotional experience for those who pass it, and for those who are 'witnesses' to it. Do you ever realise that when that feeling comes along you are oftentimes in places where it is most difficult to just let it loose? You'll be in an elevator, for example, surrounded by cute chicks and it's at a point where you have to release or suffer excruciating cramps and trust me, the cramps are not an option. How does the saying go: 'let f... be free?'
The thing is, when you squeeze it off as discreetly as possible, what you get is an odour that assaults the nostrils like insurgents attacking U.S. troops in Iraq, and you really can't just up and light a match because then everybody is going to know who did it. And believe me, nobody wants to be found guilty of that crime.
Sometimes flatulence is so foul it makes you hate the person who releases it, even if it's yourself. It makes you angry, very angry. It's like the gas triggers that part of your <A class=kLink oncontextmenu="return false;" id=KonaLink4 onmouseover=adlinkMouseOver(event,this,4); style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick=adlinkMouseClick(event,this,4); onmouseout=adlinkMouseOut(event,this,4); h
I was reading a funny story yesterday about how a woman caused a Dallas-bound <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">American </SPAN><SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">Airlines </SPAN><SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">flight</SPAN> to land in Nashville after she broke wind and lit a <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">match</SPAN> to kill the smell.
It's funny because breaking wind can be such an embarrassing experience even while it remains one of the most <SPAN class=kLink style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: blue! important; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: relative">stress</SPAN>-relieving processes of the human body, so I can imagine the woman's dilemma.
The passing of gas, however, can be a very emotional experience for those who pass it, and for those who are 'witnesses' to it. Do you ever realise that when that feeling comes along you are oftentimes in places where it is most difficult to just let it loose? You'll be in an elevator, for example, surrounded by cute chicks and it's at a point where you have to release or suffer excruciating cramps and trust me, the cramps are not an option. How does the saying go: 'let f... be free?'
The thing is, when you squeeze it off as discreetly as possible, what you get is an odour that assaults the nostrils like insurgents attacking U.S. troops in Iraq, and you really can't just up and light a match because then everybody is going to know who did it. And believe me, nobody wants to be found guilty of that crime.
Sometimes flatulence is so foul it makes you hate the person who releases it, even if it's yourself. It makes you angry, very angry. It's like the gas triggers that part of your <A class=kLink oncontextmenu="return false;" id=KonaLink4 onmouseover=adlinkMouseOver(event,this,4); style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick=adlinkMouseClick(event,this,4); onmouseout=adlinkMouseOut(event,this,4); h
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