postpaleo wrote:
Graelwyn wrote:
I had best not share my funny stories as most involve farts.

And are most likely far too unintellectual for the majority here

I have a title saved to hard drive that probebly will never be written. Title isn't even fleshed out but would look something like this.
"how to fart your way to serenity" basic premis being women (and yes, men) are to inhibited to let it out and if they learn to fart properly they will get all the badness out, be expressive and find that higher peace. I love fart jokes. I also have a work title called "eat me" canniblisam and eating someone "normal" might correct any gene defects. I mean we are what we eat, are we not? At my age I find normal boring as hell, by the way. I found normal boring as hell when I was young too, so it's all good.
I hate speel check
postpaleo
In that case, this might at least amuse you, even if others might find it childish

I have never been known for my ladylike manners or restraint when it comes to matters of gaseous emissions. In fact, I am known for being a right blastoff lol
Anyway, not that long ago, I was going through a major spiritually obsessive phase. And I was a member...and after, a moderator on a uk spiritual forum that held its own seminars twice a year for members. These seminars lasted from Friday to sunday evening and you would decide on a main area and take classes in that over the weekend. Things like healing, mediumship, trance mediumship and psychic art. I did Trance...and got quite far on it, lol.
Anyway, one afternoon we had to sit through a mediumship demonstration, that lasted 2 hours. Lunch had been something with brussels sprouts, of which I had eaten quite a few. So the demo was very uncomfortable. I mean, I could hardly let it rip just as the medium was bringing through Auntie Edith could I?
Once the demonstration was finished, I got up quickly... this was in a hotel by the way...and left. A few people had walked out ahead of me, including a middle aged female moderator from the forum, and a male member called kevin. Anyway, as soon as I was out the door and in that wooden floored hallway, I pushed hard and the most massive and loud fart echoed around the hallways.
The woman just stopped in her tracks and the man behind her came to a stop too. And she turned and she said 'Who spoke?'. And poor Kevin said, 'Don't look at me!'. And I was by this time on the floor rolling around laughing at the huge sound I had made and the fact she had asked 'who spoke?'. I had never heard that response to a fart. Needless to say, I was known better on the forum after that