POLL: 18th Century London had “Farting Clubs”.

It was dark out, and I was a little drunk. I couldn’t make it back to my sorority in time, so I took a dump in a bush

What I didn’t know, was that somebody was sitting behind the bush, and they watched the entire thing

I wasn’t really embarrassed, I was too drunk for that. When the bush really started to smell, and the girl that was sitting in the bush, rather she was sitting behind the bush, she left due to the stench.

Yes, England had Farting Clubs for many years. The practice is well-known, and the Farting Clubs were very socially acceptable.

So history cannot be denied, and no doubt, Farting Clubs will make a return.

The question is, how many can the UW campus Endure…

How many “FARTY parties” are people willing to go to each and every semester?

The turds are flying!

In all directions, my turds are flying!

I had Taco Bell for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The toilet bowl is full, I have flushed it five times, and nothing moves.

And still, more turds are coming.

This is a great day in my sorority.

This is an important part of history, these clubs were highly successful, and many prominent and influential people joined them.

Farting Clubs forever!

My boyfriend took me to Taco Bell for lunch. Then we went dancing for three hours, now I have been farting for five hours

I just can’t stop farting, but I sure am having fun.

In my fraternity, I secretly have a pet weasel.

This was not a problem until recently, when my weasel started farting nonstop.

My roommate doesn’t know that I have a weasel, but he can hear the farts, and he can smell them

So far he blames me for the farts, and that’s OK, but sooner or later, he is going to figure it out, and he is going to realize that I have a pet weasel in our room

Any advice?

I made a mistake, a stupid mistake. I ate at a Mexican food truck

What a dumb move.

The next day, I farted for nine hours, and then I filled the toilet bowl, it wouldn’t flush, now, my sorority smells like a giant fart.

I have learned my lesson, I will never eat at a Mexican food truck again.

So I was out at the bars last night, and I was blasting and lighting my farts on fire. It was a good evening.

But somebody noticed what I was doing, and they wanted to try. First of all, they didn’t know how to fart, secondly, they kept burning their clothing with the lighter.

This isn’t for everyone, but only is for the highly skilled.

I love this post.

For years I had to hide my farts, for years, I had to fart in secret, for years, I had to pretend that it wasn’t me, for years I had to lie about farting!

But no longer, now I can be honest and proud about it, now I can let them rip, and yell out each and every time.

This is the dawn of a new day.

Who released the Farting weasel in the aquarium laboratory on campus?

It has been eating our fish, and the entire laboratory now smells like a fart!