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Written by Anna Lind Thomas, blogger of “hahas for hoohas”:
Like everything in life, farts have a time and place. However, I never realized that in the wrong time and place, flatulence had enough power to alter my course in history. Well, it can if it’s the third date with the man of your dreams. And, if it makes his eyes burn.
If God destined us to be together, I was one SBD away from foiling His plans (that’s “Silent But Deadly” for you prudes).It was about five years ago. I was trying to lose a few pounds so I was staying away from carbs. That’s when I met my husband, Rob.
On our first date, he booked the next two. He liked me. I liked him.
Things were looking real good.He picked me up in a Cobra, Mustang and his pathetic attempt to win me over with a car totally worked. I’m not shallow, but since I spent most of my twenties picking men up because I didn’t want my hair to frizz in their non-air conditioned jalopies on 3 wheels and a 15 year old spare, I welcomed his fancy sports car with open arms.
We arrived at the restaurant and Rob was ordering food I hadn’t allowed myself to eat in years. I didn’t want to be “that girl” so I ate, drank, and oh, was I merry. Later we shopped a bit.
Rob surprised me by buying an expensive pair of shoes that he caught me eyeing. Was this love?That’s when it happened. Gas strikes in two different ways – uncontrollable toots or sharp, shooting pains that feel a lot like dying. I thought I was dying.
Not to make a scene, I told Rob I suddenly wasn’t feeling well and probably needed to head home.
On the way home in his Cobra, he tried to hold my hand and ask me lots of questions, but I wasn’t having any of it. The pain was so bad it felt like I was being stabbed with a bunch of tiny forks. Then I realized …My God, help me. I have a horrendous fart on deck. I’m in trouble.
Big trouble.
The more I held it in, the more pain would shoot through my stomach and down my legs. I was even having to raise myself off the seat, gripping on to my door and the dashboard.“Seriously, you need to hurry – I’m in a lot of pain.” I managed to say through gritted teeth.
“Wow, it’s that bad? What’s wrong? Do I need to take you to a hospital?”
How do you tell a man you just started dating that the reason you’re writhing in pain is because you have to fart?Well, you can either tell him, or like me, let the fart speak for itself.
People, hear me. There was nothing I could do. As impressive as I am with sphincter control, this was out of my hands.
Slowly, it eeked out. The more I tried to stop it, the more it forced its way through the door. However, to my pleasant surprise, there was no sound.I sat silently, sweat accumulating above my upper lip. Ok, maybe I got away with it. Maybe I’m home free.
Then it hit me. Not an idea, a cloud. A horrific, fart cloud.
Not in a, “am I smelling something?” sort of way. More like a “is someone dead and rotting in your trunk and am I in hell?” sort of way.Suddenly, I panicked. “Roll down the windows!” I screamed (yes, I literally screamed it like I was in a horror movie).
“What? Why?” Rob asked, starting to freak out because I was freaking out.
“I can’t roll down the windows, unlock it! unlock it!”“what’s going on?” rob yells back to me, “why are you …” then it hit him. i could see it in his eyes. was it surprise?
horror? water started to accumulate at the base of his eyelids, “oh my god, i can taste it!” he screamed.
“roll down the windows!” as i screamed, the toots started to flood out uncontrollably. i scratched and clawed at the window like i was being kidnapped. rob, unable to see either by fart cloud or panic, kept turning on the windshield wipers instead of unlocking the window.it was chaos. we were acting like we were under siege by gun fire. we were under siege alright, just not by gun fire.
finally he was able to hit the right control and he rolled down our windows. we both gulped in fresh air. i was horrified, yet happy to be alive, then remembered i just farted on the man of dreams, then sorta wished i was dead.
we sat silently for the rest of the way home. although the shooting pains had subsided, i now desperately needed to use the bathroom, in an urgent, explosive kind of way.he pulled up to my apartment and before he could come to a stop i had already jumped out, “ok, thanks for dinner, sorry about the fart, love the shoes!” and ran in to my apartment like i was running from the cops.
i burst through my door and ran straight for the bathroom, where i was finally able to unleash and make noises that no one should ever, ever, hear coming from another person.
then i heard it. rob’s voice. right.outside. my. bathroom.
door.
“anna? you left your shoes in my car and your front door was open. where do you want me to put them?”“get away from the door!” i scream like reagan from the exorcist.
“ok, i’m sorry. are you okay?”
*toot* *toot* *splatter* *ungodly noise*“i’m fine, rob – just leave the shoes there. i’ll call you later okay?”
“okay, are you sure you’re …”
“i’m fine! get away from the door!”this man! i mean, i love him, but take a freakin’ hint!
finally, i heard the front door shut, and the cobra engine zoom away. i thought that was the last i’d hear from him. i didn’t think it was possible to ever see a man again after he screams he can taste your fart after only knowing you for 48 hours.
But, to my surprise, I did. A couple days later, actually. Now we’re married and he’s lying on the couch while I type this … “It was your rack that saved you,” he just lovingly reminded me.Well, thank you boobs. You saved us. You saved our destiny.
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bethaliz6894
it took me 10 minutes to read this. i was laughing so hard i could barley see.
this is very real to me. i had a similar incident when i was with my husband less than 1 year but i was in a public building…no where near home. -
MrsPaws
Well, alrighty then…
Just wanted you to know, thanks to your ‘toot’ story, I now have to start back from ground zero with my makeup.
I mean…all my mascara has run down my face…it’s waterproof! :to funny:
kinda looks like an old photo of a certain female tv evangelist from yester years…
whew…but i gotta say, that’s one of the funniest things i’ve read in a while. yes, even better than the bread brick to use as a weapon…
btw, i’ve had a similar experience with the gas pains, but i was lucky.i, (meaning he), escaped before i let go…omg…what an experience. :-d
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bethaliz6894
I tried to read this again with out stopping because ia m crying so hard. my sides hurt so bad I can barely take a breathe.
please put a disclaimer in your post…no eating, no drinking, and have an empty bladder while reading the following…
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MrsPaws
@bethaliz6894 285412 wrote:
I tried to read this again with out stopping because ia m crying so hard. my sides hurt so bad I can barely take a breathe.please put a disclaimer in your post…no eating, no drinking, and have an empty bladder while reading the following…
thank the good almighty i had already emptied the bladder before i read this.
my only damages was the ruined makeup and being late due to said ruined makeup and total re-haul. lolbtw, good idea on the disclaimer label…it’s needed. :bounce: -
Melissa Burnell
OMG, that is the funniest damn thing I ever read and thank the gods for plastic wallyworld bags because I appear to have a leaking bladder!
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bethaliz6894
I still have to come and read this every once and a while. It is the best read when you are down and out.
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44mozart
I don’t know when I’ve laughed that hard. That was one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read. Very well written and thanks for sharing.I bet it’s not just your boobs, but rather your sense of humor he loved too!!
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Vampixen
omg lol..i was reading this out loud..my old man and i burst out laughing..i had to stop reading a few times..cause i was laughing so hard..lol thanks for sharing
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dmbauerle
Oh lord, this is funny! I had to stop and finished reading it after I calmed down. I was laughing so hard, I was crying and I couldn’t see the screen to read it! -
jadenhart
Being in the golden “seventies” flaulence accompanies you almost every day, meal, standing up, especially going upstairs. My grandauthers ( all six! of them) have learned to take the good and the bad with Gran.
They are always warned to not be downwind, and that is the way it is. One recently remarked, “at least she doesn’t have any teeth that come out!”
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Tammy9804
I read this to my husband and could bearly get through it I was laughing so hard. -
budmike
fart is a fact of life
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