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despite the fact other people are there.
Trump, smear shit all over the wall, it's all allowed.
But no one ever finds out who they are? Has anyone ever actually met a shit smearer?
Who are you? Mary Fucking Whitehouse?
and I've never been at the urinals when another guy's let rip, so it's probably general etiquette. Anywhere else and it's a different story.
We're all men here, and it's better than letting it out in the pub.
Don't let it bother you too much though.
Letting it out in a louder atmosphere is far more appropriate.
The reason I complain is that it often happens to me when I'm stood next to muscly bald men who break wind freely, causing me to try (and more often than not, fail) to supress hysterical embarrassment-laughter.
Farts are still funny yeah?
The noise is the acceptable part (to men), it's the smell that nobody cares for.
Plus the wind-valve seems to be directly connected to the pee-valve, the two are hard to seperate.
It's also immensely satisfying.
maniacal, uncontrollable laughter. not because 'farts r funi' but because the person stands there deadly silent, as if he's trying to pretend nothing happened. but SOMETHING DID HAPPEN!
The silent 'hope no-one notices it' is a sure-fire fail.
Although it's funny when they attempt it, and even funnier because they know that you know what you did.
'Pardon me for being rude,
It was not me, it was my food.'
better an empty house than an unwanted guest
"Speak up caller - you're through"
"Keep shouting sir - we'll find you"
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
Will have ye blawin’ all ower the place.
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’bodys gonnae have tae pay
Even if ye try to stifle,
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle.
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try and stop the leakin air
Shift yersel frae cheek tae cheek
Prae tae God it doesnae reek.
But aw yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap a thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
Michty me, a sonic boom!
God almighty it fairly reeks;
Hope I huvnae *BLEEP* ma breeks
Tae the bog I better scurry
Aw whit the hell, its no ma worry.
A’body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin
I’ll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile.
Wis him! I shout with accusin glower,
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
I dinnae feel welcome any mair.
Where ere ye go let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job fur me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty
Ower the sake o won wee ferty.