Red Mosquito

dad wrote:i've never met a fart that was odorless.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

dad wrote:i've never met a fart that was odorless.

I have. But stink is relative. I should have said stink badly, I suppose.

doug rr wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

dad wrote:i've never met a fart that was odorless.

I have. But stink is relative. I should have said stink badly, I suppose.

even a shower fart?

JuanHamm wrote:Have you ever shit in the shower?

The Argonaut wrote:Malloy, does the third co-worker (the her) know that it's him who farts? Or is it possible that she might suspect you are the farter, since he only farts around her when you are also around?

Ello Sailor wrote:

Malloy wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:I feel like a fool.

dont mate! tinnitus sucks. no doubt about it. any idea on how yours started?

Zildjian 22" K Custom Dark Ride. That rat bastard.

The Argonaut wrote:Malloy, does the third co-worker (the her) know that it's him who farts? Or is it possible that she might suspect you are the farter, since he only farts around her when you are also around?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Do they stink?

Malloy wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Do they stink?

they are rancid

Malloy wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Do they stink?

they are rancid

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:Have you ever shit in the shower?

What is wrong with you!

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Malloy wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Do they stink?

they are rancid

Report him to HR

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

The Argonaut wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Malloy wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Do they stink?

they are rancid

Report him to HR

Yeah, do it. Have the two of you ever discussed the farts? Do you have an otherwise positive relationship?